READER'S DISCRETION

this chapter contains sexual content of a strong nsfw nature.

a super long chapter for you guys today! i have have never written anything like this before, so any comments, positive or constructive are more than welcome!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

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December 28, 1944
 

          IT WAS SNOWING IN LONDON. Big fat fluffy flakes that blanketed everything, making even the bomb sights and barricades look almost charming.

They had all spent Christmas in Peggy's London flat. Fifteen of them were crammed into two rooms. There were nowhere near enough chairs for everyone. They had perched on every available surface.

Alice had spent most of the night sitting in Bucky's lap in the one armchair. Martha balanced on the arm next to them, with Dugan offering himself as support, allowing the young nurse to lean against his side.

Gwen and Lawrence mirrored them at one end of the couch with Steve at the other end, Peggy on the arm next to him, when she sat down at all. The other Commandos lounged on the two chairs from Peggy's tiny kitchen table or sprawled on the floor.

They had laughed and joked. Sung carols, played charades, and told stories about better Christmases.

Martha had shut down almost every one of Dugan's attempts to flirt, much to everyone else's amusement, before ultimately swooning at his charismatic charm. The pair had opted to remove themselves from the main party, and chosen to sit on the vacant bay window.

Pinky had sweet-talked someone at the canteen and converted the men's meat rations into a roast. There were potatoes and carrots. Beautiful crusty bread. Enough beer that no one's glass was ever empty. Even a Christmas pudding courtesy of Gwen's mother.

Alice and the other nurses were returning to the front in four days. Before that, the Commandos were likely to be called out on short notice. Bucky had promised to take his girl somewhere nice, so they were both here today.

They had moved everything good out of the museums, but they couldn't move the buildings or the parks. The Germans were trying. But the best of them were still standing. Packed in sandbags, windows taped or removed, but there and still impressive.

Alice had guided him on an impromptu walking tour of the city. Westminster Bridge, Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, and Saint James Park are all located in Westminster. To get through a few checkpoints, he may have to flaunt his Howling Commando credentials about, but he hoped it would make her smile.

As they walked through a frosty and debris-covered street, Alice clung to Bucky's arm. Bucky was wearing the scarf and mittens Alice had given him for his birthday peeping out of his olive overcoat, Alice in her uniform cloak over the warm sweater Gwen had bought her for Christmas, and a big fluffy scarf and mitten set in soft grey wool.

The Abbey's big bells chimed the hour. The sound in the cold air reminded Alice of Charles Dickens' great Christmas novels, which always appeared to be set in London. Those Christmases were always so extravagant, with spectacle and tradition giving glitz to even the most basic of items, such as a platter of cookies.

Alice couldn't remember the last time she'd had a cookie, let alone any pageantry that wasn't wrapped up in the military. "Can you believe we've been living like this for five years? Five Christmas with that odious little man casting a pall over everything. I don't know if I can do it for another five."

Bucky wrapped his hands around her waist, sweeping her up and around to set her on a doorstep, so they were at eye level. He didn't believe he'd be able to last another five years.

This was not the time to share that fear with her. Instead of dreading the worst-case scenario, they were meant to be having a beautiful day together. "We're getting there, doll, even if it doesn't feel like it. We'll be State side by this time next year."

Alice smiled and linked her fingers behind his neck. It was a nice thought. There were just two little problems. She had heard 'the war will be over by Christmas' before, it was an old tune and one she was honestly tired of at this point. And while her sweet Yankee boy lived in New York, even if the war did eventually end she would be returning to her home village on the Isle of Man.

"I don't live in the States." She said, somewhat sadly. They had always known that when the war was in fact over, they would be returning to their hometowns. While neither of them wished for it to be a concern, deep down, they both understood that it was a conversation that they needed to have. However, that day was not today.

"Thought you might come visit me for Christmas." Bucky ran his fingers through her hair, brushing away the snow that had gathered. "My ma would like that."

He could pick her up and take her to the railway station with him. He'd always wanted to travel around Europe, see the sights in London. It'd be so much better if she was there.

Alice blushed, sliding her hands down his chest to fiddled with one of his buttons. "You told your mother about me?"

Bucky tipped her chin up with one finger. "I always tell my ma about important things."

He gave her a gentle kiss. These days, she was the most important thing. Some days, it was his little plans for what they would do when they got out of this mess that kept him going.

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January 10, 1945

Dear Alice,

In [REDACTED] at least for a few days. Think they'll redact that? Everyone knows we visit [REDACTED] regularly. Steve has a photo op with [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] tomorrow for God's sake. It will be in the paper before you get this letter.

I've got down time while I'm here - thought I might see if I can pick up a birthday present for my favorite nurse.

Do you think she'd like a new pair of evening gloves? Should I try to get my hands on some perfume instead? Or should I purchase a new hot water bottle and be practical?

I worry about you in that tent all winter. I know you're from England, and you can handle the cold. But in my mind you belong to the summer. Warm in the sun. Surrounded by flowers and birds.

Speaking of little birds, one told me we might be in the same part of the world just after your birthday. That should be vague enough that they let it through. I can't wait to see you. Find something beautiful to look at. Well, find you something beautiful to look at. I'll be too busy looking at you.

I'll get your present in the mail before that just in case. Things are changing so fast these days. This is the home stretch doll. It won't be long now.

I miss you so much, doll.

Love,

Your Bucky

P.S. I don't care how good the information is, I am not [REDACTED] unless Peggy says it is a good idea.

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Steve picked up the little velvet box sitting on the corner of Bucky's desk. "Is this what I think it is?"

Bucky laughed and leaned back in his chair. "Nah. They're earrings. Alice's birthday is in a couple of weeks. I want to surprise her."

Steve grinned and flipped open the little box. Two opal gems sparkled at him; each half surrounded by shining gold sun rays on the outside edge. A lavish and specific personal present from a man who said that all it took to win over a dame was a decent two-step and whatever flowers you could take from your neighbor's garden.

Steve had never seen his friend so enamored with a woman before. "But you know what I was thinking."

"That's got to wait until all this is over. I want her to know I'm asking for her, not because I'm scared of the future." Bucky's heart warmed at the idea. He knew exactly how he was going to do it too.

She'd come visit him in New York. He'd introduce her to his parents. They would adore her. His mother was half in love with her already from his letters. Then, after dinner, he'd take her down to Prospect Park. They'd watch the sunset behind Manhattan. The world would get that golden glow it did on perfect days.

He would get down on one knee.

She'd be so surprised. She'd throw herself into his arms, and he'd kiss her breathless.

"There are some days that I wish I had to guts to do what Lawrence and Gwen did. Just slip away, a few of us, and elope." Bucky admitted with a shrug.

Steve looked a little taken aback as he smiled and shook his head. "I never thought I would see the say that Bucky Barnes, acclaimed ladies man, would talk so openly about getting married."

"I've never wanted it before. But with Alice, I can really picture it, you know. A house in the suburbs. We'd have a dog; a swing on the porch. A big yard where we'd have you and Peggy over every Saturday for barbecues. Our kids will grow up together."

"Kids?" Steve arched his brow. "Wow, Buck. I didn't realise how much you had thought about this."

"Don't pretend that you haven't thought about it, Steve. I know you want that life with Peggy."

Steve's silence and small nod was confirmation enough to prove to Bucky that he was right.

It was still strange, however. Before coming to the front line, Bucky was well known around Brooklyn for his reputation with the ladies. He was a serial romancer, always stepping out with numerous gals in a month, but never settling down.

However, from the moment he stepped into that medical tent, and laid eyes on the sweet and innocent nurse with a infectious smile, it was almost as if something changed inside him.

Maybe Alice's transfer paper's being misdirected was the best thing that could have happened to them. Or perhaps getting shot was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

"God, I hope she says yes." Bucky spoke softly. It was a question that had been in the back of his kind from the moment he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Alice.

"I don't think you need to worry about that, Buck." Steve reassured him. "We've got great gals, Buck." He patted Bucky's back knowingly.

"Yeah, we do." Bucky agreed, nodding.

"It's kind of funny, isn't is?" Steve hummed, a look of contemplation on his face. "Back home I couldn't even get a girl to look my way. But out here, surrounded by all you guys, and I've found the one woman who noticed me before the serum."

Bucky's smile was crooked as he turned to his friend, planting a hand on his shoulder. "If Peggy's willing to put up with your shit, then she's a keeper, pal."

Steve chuckled. She really was. "When are you going to ask?"

While pondering the matter, Steve weighed the little box in his hands. It seemed incredible that something so little could be so powerful. How could such a simple question be so profound? "Peggy's birthday is in April. Think we can wrap this up before then?"

"Well not if we sit around here scratching our asses." Bucky shoved away from the desk, ready to get to work if it meant getting closer to the start of the rest of their lives. "Any word?"

Steve grinned and tossed the earrings back to Bucky. There was nothing in the world that could stop the two of them when they were working together. "Peggy's got something for us. Briefing in the morning."

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The night had started off on a somber note.

When Bucky and Steve had asked their girls to accompany them to the bar, they had not intended for it to be a mournful one. Yet with the pressure of their imminent departure on the shoulders of the two brunette women, they made a pact that they would not allow their final night to be tarred with what if's and worst case scenarios.

After Steve had ditched his friends to gallantly take Peggy on an evening stroll, Bucky took her hand in his and pulled her onto the small and packed dance floor.

The rest of the night was spent dancing in each other's arms, laughing about other people who had drunk as much alcohol as their bodies could take without getting too inebriated.

The pathways of the camp were dark and vacant when it came to the couple leaving the bar. Bucky had offered to walk her back to her accommodation, knowing all too well that Steve and Peggy's 'stroll' would have taken a planned detour to their shared bunker. Slowly walking Alice back to her room gave him more time with his girl. 

The usual walk to her accommodation, which should have taken no more than five minutes, ended up taking thirty-five minutes; after several detours to darkened alcoves, or pressing one another up against storage crates to steal kisses and fumbles, they walked up the path to the small wood cabin. 

"Thank you for walking me back, Bucky." Her voice was all but a whisper. It was husky, yet sweet, and it was impossible for him not to be drawn in.

She stood on the second stair, her head was now level with his, rather than sitting level with his chin. Stepping forward, Bucky wound an arm around her middle and bringing her flush against his chest. Her hair brushed against his skin as she leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek.

"Goodnight, Sergeant." She whispered a smirk on her lips and a devilish glint in her eye. 

As she turned and walked up the wooden stairs, she accidentally dropped her room key, and she simply had to bend down to retrieve it. As a gentleman, Bucky should have adverted his eyes - but he did not. The couple had been going steady for a little over a year now, and with each passing day, they seemed to be getting more brazen and brave around each other. 

A brief movement pulled him from his daydream. A thin piece of silk was gently floating down the awning; Bucky reached out and retrieved it before it touched the floor. Running it through his fingers, he instantly recognised it as the satin shawl that the young nurse had been wearing that evening. Casting his gaze upwards, he caught a glimpse of his best girl leaning on the banister's, a Cheshire cat grin on her face.

"You dropped something, darling." He tipped his uniform hat in a mock gentlemanly manner. 

"Did I?" She faked shock, placing a hand on her chest. "Oh, how clumsy of me." Her grin spread further when she saw Bucky beginning to advance up the stairs. With a wink, she turned and ran back into her bunker, leaving the door ajar and welcoming. 

Instead of hurrying, he had opted to pace himself, so that he could keep her waiting, and when Bucky had made it up to the apartment, he found her lying on the bed, peacefully waiting for the handsome gentlemen to walk through the door.

Like a scene from a romantic novel, as he laid his eyes upon her his breath hitched in his throat as his cast upon the woman before him.

Her dress, while others might have called it risque, Bucky thought was enticing and alluring. Under the dim lamplight, the sapphire material draped around her shoulders, leaving them exposed to the chill breeze of the nighttime. Her painted red lips appeared crimson, and the natural flush of her cheeks was soft and subtle.

She truly as a vision to behold. She was an angel. His angel.

She was the first to speak as Bucky physically couldn't. "You took your time." His eyes were focused on her and she took off her dress and lay in nothing but her slip. "It's not nice to keep a girl waiting."

"Yeah? It's not nice to run away from a man who wants nothing but to treasure you." Before taking his watch and cuff links off, Bucky stepped softly over to the bedside table. "To satisfy you."

"Satisfy me?"

"Yes, satisfy you." 

Compared to her, Bucky's voice was quiet and collected. She tried to keep onto her self-confidence, but she was dreadfully losing. Any time she spoke, despite coming off as seductive, a surge of fear would settle at the bottom of her abdomen, worried that her words would turn Bucky off. Thankfully, he thrived on her flirty words and her devilish smile.

"Come here then." 

When she bent across the bed to place her purse she had been holding, he watched as she turned over on her side. Her hand slipped gently along his thighs as she pulled back, causing him to stiffen up. That night, Bucky gulped for the fifth time as he attempted to control his breathing at a firm and relaxed rate. This was their first and last night together. He wanted to satisfy her and offer her pleasures and sensations she had never felt before, but he felt as if it were his first time with each passing moment.

'Ally...' Bucky trailed off as he removed his uniform jacket; he placed it on the dresser. "Are you - " 

Fingers pushed against his lips as she cut him off with a chuckle. "You have asked me if I am sure about this, all night. And each time I give you the same answer. If you ask me that question one more time then I will scream," She shifted until she was in front of Bucky on her feet. She undid the knot with her trembling hands, which comforted him in the strangest way when he realized that he was not the only one who was nervous and then cut his belt. "What if someone walks in?"

"By someone, do you mean Peggy?" Bucky tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Yes," she nodded. "I would prefer it if my best friend did not walk in right now."

"I don't think you have to worry about that, doll." Bucky chuckled. He shifted so he was standing above her frame, leaning his elbows on either side of her face as he bent in closer. "Something tells me that Agent Carter and good old Captain America are keeping one another occupied."

Their mouths did not meet, but their breaths blended together as they drank in the attractiveness of each other. Matters began to get more serious when he hiked up her dress in a futile effort to change the positions. 

"I want to touch you, Bucky," she whispered as she made herself comfier on the quilt cover, her back sinking into the mattress. 

"No, it's about you," he said, hushing her with a deep kiss that ripped her lungs out of her breath. She arched forward into Bucky's chest, allowing him to slide one arm under her back and raise her so that she could rest on her thighs. She wrapped her arms around his neck at the abrupt shift in place and tipped her head to the side, encouraging him to force the embrace deeper. 

"Beautiful," he muttered against her swollen lips before delving straight back in, already missing the intoxicating feeling of her mouth on his. 

Bucky pushed one hand farther down with her arms tightly wrapped around his neck before bringing it in between her thighs. The sudden and unpredictable gesture made her moan into the mouth of Bucky as she felt his hand push against her panties that, with every movement, eventually grew damp.

For a brief time, he backed away and watched as she dropped her head back a little out of desire. It was magical to feel her on his lap, however, he wanted more, he wanted to hold her in the most affectionate of ways.

Lightly, as she had been until Bucky had pulled her to sit up, he put his free hand on her stomach and forced her down onto the silk bedding until she was comfortable. As she sat up slightly, leaning on her knees, the blonde locks that rolled down her face were tucked behind her ears, waiting eagerly for him to resume his acts.

"Are you -," as he recalled her previous threat, Bucky continued to pose the question that he had repeated numerous times before halting. If there was a concern, then to satisfy Bucky, she would bring it up with him and would not stay silent about it. "Sorry," he mumbled immediately, feeling even less uncomfortable as she grinned. 

"I'll tell you something, love." When Bucky hooked his fingers around the waistband of her trousers and pulled them down her legs, she started but stopped herself, her leg coming in to assist him with the motion. "I'll be a whole lot better when you do something," she finished with a soft whimper.

Bucky kneeled between her thighs, which were spreading further and further apart unconsciously. The sight of her being naked to him almost made him want to take her there, and then he kept his composure as he followed her legs with one finger. 

"Bucky," She hummed, growing irritated steadily by the slowness that sent her senseless. Sighing softly as she waited, she shifted farther down the bunk. One finger made its way to her clit, where he pushed down, just enough to make her spine run up with a shot of satisfaction. When Bucky ran his finger up and down, she closed her eyes, collecting the wetness that had been brought about by the teasing. When Bucky inserted one digit, her breathing started to become heavier, pumping it in and out softly to relieve the pain she was undoubtedly experiencing.

"Is it alright?" he asked, his eyes finally moving up to look at her. She appeared like an angel brought down by Heaven; lifting her shoulders up and down, her eyes closed, and her hair stretched out. She nodded and waited with anticipation.

There was another finger gliding inside, the pace speeding up this time as he shifted them in and out. As the experience got more familiar, she was tenderly whispering. She slightly bent up and took Bucky's shirt and pulled him down for a kiss. When he lost his control, he collapsed on top of her, but his fingers stayed inside her as his pace increased, needing to bring her as much satisfaction as he could.

Any pretty moan that slipped out of her mouth was swallowed by Bucky, her mouth making a full circle.

"I'm going to do something else," Bucky said as he backed away from her ear, wherein the morning his silky and puffy lips would leave marks on the skin. For a second, she glanced back; she loved what he was doing at the time, and she didn't want it to change. "You'll love it, I promise."

She only nodded. She trusted Bucky more than any other man, and as long as he treated her kindly and with admiration, she would let him do whatever he wanted with her body. Bucky pecked her on the lips one more time before creeping down her body until she had positioned herself in the centre of her thighs, her face painfully close to her core.

He moved over and swiped his tongue down her folds as she closed her eyes to relax, the gesture making her eyes bolt wide in astonishment. It was a feeling that was new, but not undesirable. She put one of her legs over his shoulders slowly, and with reluctance, to give him better access to her core.

"Oh," She gasped as he swirled around her clit with his tongue. "That's nice."

Before Bucky returned to being as stern as he should be, a laugh came from his lips, the vibrations buzzing against her skin. On top of the covers, she became a needy mess as his hand caressed her legs that had been positioned over his back. As he delved his tongue in and out, in and out, at an unbearable pace, his mouth was working wonders on her.

Apart from the moments when she would randomly throw her head back against the warm pillows because she could feel her legs quivering, eye contact was made in the sexual act.

Bucky put two of his fingers in, like she was soaking from his lips, this time with ease. He did not pull away once, his primary concern was her and letting her enjoy all of the world's pleasures. It was so special when she swept her hand down her stomach, over her clothed skin, and into Bucky's waved hair, tugging the locks harshly in hopes that the motions would accelerate him.

Suddenly, Bucky's fingertips were withdrawn, and before slipping his arms under them, he put his legs flat against the bed, lifting her gently into the air. When he dragged her closer to his lips, his tongue motions grew more ferocious so that he could delve in like a wild beast that had finally found its prey. This was ecstasy, more than anything he'd expected, and that was only the beginning.

Cries and mewls felt hastily from her mouth, as she shifted about on the covers, eventually getting louder. The feeling was out of this world, and when she stood up and leaned on her knees, she was speechless, watching him perform magic with his tongue. She only wanted to explore Bucky in delicious places, pleasing him like he was satisfying her, as much as she loved the closeness and the feeling of it. 

"Bucky, I want to touch you," Her voice cracked as he backed away, she was able to say, just to shift his fingertips to her clit where his tongue had formerly been. "Let me -," She strangled off and attempted to reach out and take his hand to potentially continue his acts, but Bucky pushed her backward.

"Not until you've come." 

She acknowledged his findings. She could feel that she was on the verge of something beautiful that would take over her entire body. Her climax was nearing close. Her legs went stiff, her body turned into a wobbly mess and she arched her back slightly and grabbed Bucky's hips, which had shifted to hold her steady until she could register the new sensation that was, in the most incredible way, pushing her to her physical limits. Her entire body was on fire, pulsating, allowing her to ride out her orgasm. 

When Bucky sat up properly, his lush lips were sparkling, his eyes heavy, and his hair a mess. It was a lovely sight-a gorgeous man - and it was something she would never get tired of. She wanted to tell him that she loved him and she couldn't utter the three basic terms, even when it seemed like the best time when the two of them were cozy with their bodies close against each other.

"Did you like that?"

"I loved it," she answered. "I'd like to touch you though, Buck."

For a split second, Bucky glanced away from her before pulling a piece of hair away from her forehead. "Is that something that you want to do? If you aren't comfortable then you shouldn't have to feel pressured into doing it just because it's going to please me." 

She thought about what he was saying for a moment before nodding her head - this is what she wanted. In the most lustful way, he had treated her, and yeah, she was concerned, but she decided to return the favour. Bucky pulled her slip off, dancing around her body with his eyes as he undid her bra. On her lips, there was a tint of red from being nude in front of him, so he was absolutely and totally fascinated. Before flipping Bucky over, she grinned, so he lied on his back and she straddled his thighs. Before she moved to unfasten his shirt that had been wrinkled during their previous acts, her tiny hands raced down his torso.

"I should tease you as you teased me," she said, cocking her head to the side with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

When she slipped the shirt from his body, Bucky kept clear eye contact with her. "Is that what you are going to do?"

She shook her head. "No," she admitted.

Bucky chortled before moving his hands to her midriff. "I didn't think so."

Bucky's cock grazed over one of her fingertips, noticing the hardness that had been pressed into his boxers and trousers. As she studied him with passion, a shocked smile was on her lips, trying to see the looks on his face and the twinges of gratification. As she started to shift up and down with each gentle groan, pushing deeper with each stroke, she fell in love more and more.

She slipped off his trousers and boxers with Bucky's support, his rough length bringing her back for a fleeting second. She was utterly unaware of what she was supposed to be doing. She and her friends had laughed about this stuff at times in the lounge clubs, but she had never been with another guy, and she didn't know how to get Bucky joy, and she was concerned.

"Honey, just do what you think is right," he said, detecting her doubts.

Before shifting, she grinned, because she was in a good place. Her swollen, bruised lips from the full-on kissing, and her lip biting as her climax was rushing over her, slipped leisurely over his length, her cheeks hollowing. A tiny gag was all he wanted to drag her down, but she shook her head, releasing her hair from Bucky's grasp.

When she wound her lips around his shaft once more, Bucky's cock was covered in moist heat. She was more optimistic this time so she allowed one of her hands to curl around the rough flesh she couldn't fit in her mouth. The moans and groans falling from the lips of Bucky, so sweet that it made her heart explode, prompted her to try to use her inexperienced mouth that seemed to be doing great.

"Bloody hell, doll," He mumbled as he twisted his fingertips timidly in her hair, which she had let loose while dancing. Before slipping her mouth off and instead of continuing to flick her tongue over his tip, she glanced up at him and winked.

He had never felt this way in his life and wondered why it felt so special because he loved her. However, Bucky did not say much, particularly after she had cut him off earlier, but he made a vow to himself as he watched her grin from her knees at him - he told himself that he would never hurt her, never leave her, and always be by her side until the day he died.

"I gotta be inside you, sugar."

She moved her gaze to Bucky, still covering his cock with her lips, before slipping off, leaving sticky noises and nodding.

"Can I do that again?" she asked. "Later on, of course."

She was not pleased about what she had done, but Bucky realized it was her first time and that she was not going to be ashamed. "Of course." Tucking another bit of blonde hair behind her head, he responded. "We don't need to rush these things."

The two of them were turned over by Bucky and laid over her bare chest. As he placed soft and delicate kisses on her mouth, both of his arms were situated directly above her head. They became a lot more passionate than the kisses they had previously shared. This time, all his passion was placed into one affectionate kiss that had clouded her mind.

He moved her legs so that they were angled in a more relaxed and convenient position, dipping his head into her neck, giving Bucky the access he craved greatly. He unhurriedly pressed himself into her with a swift kiss on her collarbone as he studied her face for any signs of discomfort. A light sigh, one of pleasure and contentment, escaped her lips as she grinned at Bucky, brushing her nose against his.

"You can move," She mumbled against his cheek, applying an open-mouth kiss to the wet skin until the statement had been breathed out.

Before pressing in and out, Bucky groaned. One of his hands shifted from her head to her waist, where he started to set a fast rhythm to shake her up against him. There was barely any distance between them when, for dear life, they clung to each other, their breaths mingling together.

"Holy shit, Bucky," she gasped, as he moved his hips into her more aggressively, her lips twisted into a grin against his chin, sending her jumping up a little bit from the bed. Her arms were wrapped around Bucky's shoulders, and as she struggled to stay still, her long fingernails were slowly pressing into his neck. There was always a possibility that someone could stroll by and hear the two of them moaning and breathless.

Bucky turned back so that she was kneeling on the bed, hovering over his cock. Alice lost little time and quickly lowered herself, worshipping the sensation of his cock stretching her walls.

"Doll, I have something to ask you," Bucky whispered against her neck, his voice cracking when she rolled her hips. "I don't want you to hate me..."

He told Steve that he wanted to wait until after the war was over before he asked Alice for her hand, but in this moment, as they were now, he felt the surging urge to be impulsive. Yet, it felt right. He knew that he wanted this, and he prayed that she did too.

She adjusted her eyes so that she stared right at Bucky, waiting for him to begin. Her orgasm was already heating up inside of her, considering the seriousness of the conversation, but she was trying to keep it off so that she could listen carefully to his words.

Before pushing himself deep inside her, he pushed her flat on the bed. She groaned heavily and arched her back against Bucky's chest as the harsh pace of her shouting into his throat proceeded. On her clit, his fingertips worked magic, rubbing in quick circles that prompted her orgasm to approach at a rapid pace.

"Marry me?"

Once Bucky had said the words, she didn't have time to respond, her second orgasm of the night over-taking her body. Soon, when he made a strangled moan, he complied, his own hips bucking deeper into her. She tried to tell Bucky urgently that she would marry him in that moment if she could, but she couldn't get the words out, her moans taking over her words, wrapping her legs around his waist to hold him deep inside her.

"Yes. I'll marry you," When she had cooled down somewhat, she eventually replied. Her breath was still shallow and uneven, but she settled herself down eventually. "I love you," she repeated.

"Yeah? Really?" Bucky pressed a peck against her lips and, before pulling away, lingered there for a few seconds longer than required.

"When our families ask about the proposal," Alice hummed, trailing her pointer finger to trace the outline of his jaw in the soft moonlight, "we may need to skip a few of the details. I don't want to give my poor mother a heart attack."

Bucky chuckled, turning his head to press a kiss to the palm of her hand as she gently cupped his cheek. "I wanted to wait, but truthfully, I could not think of a better time to ask you, sugar."

He could not think of a better place to be right now. All he wanted to do was stay here, in this moment, and hold her tight, as though it was the last night of the world.

"I love you," It seemed as casual as ever to be as they were. Laying under the thin covers, exhausted, elated and completely spent. She repeated her words numerous times, ending each sentence with a peck on Bucky's cheek, jaw and face. "I love you,"

"And I love you, doll."