Uh. . .if you're not very comfortable with, y'know, sex and *coughs* thrusting, just kinda. . .well, you just gotta escape now while you can, man

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As the sun began to set, Bucky continued on, Marlena's fingers intertwined with his as the four of them approached a train. Berlin was written on the side in an elegant cursive, white font, though the paint was chipping at the edges of each letter. Sam and Steve exchanged glances before turning to look at Bucky and Marlena.

"I'm not sure if we should be out here once night falls. How do you feel about setting up camp there?" Steve asked, pointing at the parked train.

"Looks as good as any," Sam said, moving forward.

"I've slept in worse," Bucky shrugged, though his words made Marlena frown.

"Marlena?" Steve asked, wanting to make sure everyone was good with the plan.

"If it has seats with cushions," Marlena sighed, "I guess I'm down."

"Down to fu—"

Bucky shot Sam a warning glare before Sam shut his mouth, a small smirk on his face. Steve simply rolled his eyes, partly due to the fact he was unaware of where Sam had been going with his statement; it was only until he saw the look on Bucky's face that he received a chilling insight. Absentmindedly, Bucky tightened his grip on Marlena's hand, though it was not to the point of harming her.

Marlena let out yet another sigh as she used her free hand to rub her neck; her altercation with Bucky a mere hours earlier had left the base of her throat in an exceptional amount of pain. Though it had in fact been hours, she still felt as if it were bruising.

"What's wrong, Mar?" Steve raised a curious eyebrow as he glanced back at her, worry seeping through his tone.

Bucky looked over at her as well, his eyebrow also arched. He couldn't remember everything he'd done when he'd relapsed earlier, but he remembered Sam's words from the warehouse perfectly. He had harmed Marlena, and he had never regretted something so much.

"Well, being choked to death by your boyfriend's psychotic inner persona doesn't exactly feel like a dream," Marlena said quietly, almost unable to look at the look on Bucky's face after bringing up the day's events.

Sam's eyes widened and his smirk grew, "But shouldn't you be used to it, Marlena?"

"What? Why would I be used to that?" she questioned, her brows falling in confusion.

"Don't you ever hit him with that, 'Choke me, daddy' shit?" Sam remarked, letting out a laugh.

Marlena's eyes widened, "What the—Sam! I swear, if I didn't have morals, I'd blast your ass back to America. You're lucky I don't do it anyway, considering how much of a pain in the ass you are." She rolled her eyes, absolutely disgusted by Sam's suggestion.

"Oh, c'mon, I was just joking," Sam tried, falling back in order to walk beside Bucky.

"Keep walking before I widen that gap in your teeth, Wilson," Bucky said under his breath, his free hand balled up into a waiting fist.

Sam chuckled and caught up with Steve again as he came to a stop in front of the train, "We should probably let the two lovebirds have a car to themselves. A dude goes a month without getting anything, he's gotta be ready to bus—"

"Sam, that's enough," Steve chastised him, feeling nauseous at the thought of what Sam was expressing aloud.

"You disgust me, Wilson." Marlena rolled her eyes as she watched Bucky pull one of the rusty door's open with his metal arm.

"That's my job." Sam winked as he and Steve followed the tracks to the next train car. "Oh, and kids," he turned back to say one more thing, "always use protection."

"Sam," Steve said firmly.

"Right, sorry. Am I sparking your jealousy, Rogers?" Sam whispered once they were out of Marlena and Bucky's sight.

"No," Steve whispered back sarcastically, "I'm just trying to prevent you from getting your ass kicked."

Meanwhile, in the other train car, Bucky had snaked his arm around Marlena's waist in an attempt to hoist her inside. Given the events that had taken place over the last couple of days, Marlena was absolutely exhausted. Between the fighting and dealing with the suppressors, she wasn't at her fullest strength, and Bucky knew more than she let on.

"You okay, baby?" Bucky asked, releasing her from his hold once they were inside of the train.

"For the most part," Marlena replied, looking around the train.

Though it wasn't in use, the interior was nice and adorned with a beautiful red velvet. The seats that aligned the walls of the car were also decorated with the velvet fabric, while the two couches at the very center were an elegant leather. It definitely wasn't home, but Marlena figured it was a decent place to sleep for the night. Bucky, on the other hand, didn't seem to care at all what condition the seats or couches were in; he didn't really plan on sleeping much. He hadn't really been able to since he left Washington D.C. over a month ago.

"So, what was it like? Romania?" Marlena asked as she fiddled with the zipper at the end of her leather jacket, pulling it up to keep her warmer. It wasn't too cold, but the setting sun in the distance lowered the temperature in the slightest. Marlena was a cold-natured girl, anyways.

"Beautiful, but lonely," Bucky replied, removing his hat and setting it down on one of the seats. He moved towards Marlena, her back turned to him as she looked through the blinds covering the window. "I missed you so much, Mar. I never want to miss you that much again," he said lowly, his flesh hand pulling her brown locks to one side of her head.

Marlena smiled softly to herself, "You won't have to."

"Mm, good," he hummed against her ear, sending goosebumps over the entirety of her small body.

She sucked in a breath as his own breath fanned her skin, "How have you been holding up?" she asked, her eyes fluttering shut as his soft lips made contact with the skin of her neck.

"Miserable without you, Mar," he said in between kisses, his hands resting on her hips.

"Bucky," she muttered, pulling away from him slightly, "what are you doing?"

Bucky simply smirked, "I think you know what I'm trying to do."

"But Sam and Steve—"

"You really think they're gonna come bother us?" He raised an eyebrow in question, already hating the lack of physical contact between the two of them.

She shrugged, her cheeks reddening at the sound of his words; though it had only been a month since the two had seen each other, it most certainly felt like it had been longer.

"Marlena Claire, are you blushing?" Bucky questioned, the corners of his lips turning up.

She blushed harder, "I just don't want them to see us."

"Baby, they're not going to. But, just in case," he pulled on her hips so that her back was pressed to him again, "we'll be extra quiet. C'mon, Mar, I want you—I need you." He planted several more kisses onto her neck, coming close to taking her breath away.

With her back against him, Marlena could feel just how anxious Bucky was to be with her again. He needed her, in every way possible, just as she needed him. Being apart had literally torn them apart from the inside out; they had never been apart for so long, other than when Marlena had been taken by Hydra. That was different, however, as the two didn't feel nearly as strong for one another then as they did now. Now, their love was littered with more desperation and more passion than it ever had been before.

Marlena's breath hitched as Bucky pulled her even closer. His large hands fumbled with the zipper of her leather jacket, his lips still moving along the sensitive area of her neck. Marlena could tell he was struggling to unzip her jacket, and this amused her. She turned around to face him, and his fingers immediately found the zipper to which he tugged down slowly.

"How long are you gonna drag this out, grandpa?" Marlena joked as she watched him slowly move the zipper down the length of her jacket; it was almost as if he was attempting to savor the moment.

"I don't wanna rush this," he said quietly, his blue eyes finding her hazel ones. "We haven't been together like this in over a month; I just don't want it to be over with."

"You're such a damn perfectionist." Marlena chuckled, only for him to press his finger to her parted lips.

"Watch your mouth," he teased before pressing his own lips to hers in a slow, but lustful kiss.

He worked her mouth open all while pushing her jacket off and letting it fall to the floor. As he continued kissing her, his hands moved to his own jacket, which she assisted in removing.

Marlena wasted no time in grabbing at the hem of his long sleeve shirt, pulling it up over his head to reveal a black t-shirt. She pulled away from the kiss and looked up at him, her lungs screaming for oxygen.

"You're wearing too many clothes, Buck," she muttered breathlessly as he pressed his lips to hers hungrily, his hands trailing down her sides and to her behind.

"Then hurry the hell up and get me out of them," he replied before catching her in another deep kiss.

He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled the t-shirt up and over his torso. She felt her back press against the cool, metal wall of the train as he used it to support their weight while his fingers tugged at her white, blood-stained shirt. Once he had pulled it up gracefully over her head, he threw it behind him, not bothering to care about where it had landed.

She pulled her lips away from his, causing a whine to escape him; however, when she began trailing kisses down the scruff of his jaw to his neck, he let out a sigh of relief. He then carried her over to one of the leather couches, sitting down with her straddling his lap. She worked her way back up his neck as her fingers looped into his belt loops, pulling him even closer to her.

Unable to take things as slow as he had originally intended, his hands left her hips and he began fumbling with his pant's zipper. Marlena smirked to herself as he did so, and she nipped at his ear, causing him to shift uneasily beneath her.

"Fuck, Marlena," he muttered through gritted teeth as she brushed his hands away. She finished unzipping his pants for him, squeezing and pulling as she did so.

She pulled away from his neck to look at him, his lips parted as he practically panted. She knew exactly what it took to drive him crazy, and quite frankly, he deserved every bit of the teasing for leaving her the way he did.

"Watch your mouth," Marlena chuckled, mocking him for telling her to do so previously.

Bucky opened his eyes and leaned his head off of the headrest of the seat to press a kiss to her lips before pulling back, "Shut the hell up and take your pants off."

Marlena raised her eyebrows, "Excuse me?"

Bucky huffed, his lips turning into a pout, "I mean. . .please?"

"You're ridiculous," she rolled her eyes and kissed him again, this time harder than before.

His hands found the zipper of her skinny jeans as one of her hands traced the seam of his, her other hand lost in his tangle of brown locks. He writhed beneath her touch, desperate to feel her skin against his. She stood up momentarily to take off her boots and jeans, and Bucky couldn't help but stare at her while he fidgeted with taking off his own.

Bucky practically pulled her on top of him as he laid back on the couch, and she giggled when he hit the back of his head on the arm rest.

"Not funny, brat," he mumbled as he found a more comfortable position to be in as she straddled his waist.

"Then why am I laughing?" She smirked, another chuckle escaping her lips.

"Maybe because you hate me," he replied, his hands moving to the back of her bra.

"No, I don't. I could never."

"Then prove it." He smirked.

He took the time to admire everything about her, from her shiny—but messy—brown hair to her beautiful hazel eyes, from the elegant shape of her collarbones to her very intricately designed bra, all the way down to the small of her curves and her lacy underwear that somehow always seemed to match the bra she wore. She was beautiful to him—more than beautiful, and he would never let a day go by without reminding her of it.

"You are so damn beautiful." Bucky smiled widely, unable to keep his eyes off of her. "I just. . .wow. . .look at you. God, I don't know how I got so lucky."

She shook her head, a cheeky smile on her face, "Too bad I'm not, though."

He shook his head at her in return, his hands gripping her hips as he grinded against her, "Just shut up and take a compliment for once, Mar."

She struggled to keep her voice from wavering, "Make me."

With his hands still firmly holding her, she circled her hips against him, nothing between them except for the thin materials of their undergarments. Her eyes fluttered shut once more as she grinded against him, both of their breaths ragged.

"I will." Bucky smirked, his fingers hooking the waistline of her black underwear, "But you might moan a little bit."

Marlena rolled her eyes at him as she yanked his boxer briefs down far enough for him to kick off. He then flipped them over so that he was positioned above her, smirking down at her the way he had on his ninety-ninth birthday when she had just up and told him he could do whatever he pleased with her.

"I am so in love with you, Marlena." Bucky's smirk grew as he leaned down and kissed her lips and then trailed kisses down her throat, chest, and stomach.

Her hands tangled in his hair as he pulled her underwear off, her lips parting as his name threatened to slip out in a breathless whisper. Bucky's metal hand gripped her thigh lightly as his flesh hand trailed down her stomach and disappeared from her sight along with his face.

"I l-love you, J-James." She moaned through gritted teeth, her back arched, and her hands gripping his shoulder-length locks.

Bucky reappeared as if on cue, and she released his hair as he crawled on top of her, his fingers still pushing in and out slowly. She bit down on her lip, however she stopped when he pressed his lips to hers again. Without warning, he stopped and placed either one of his hands on her hips.

Once upon a time, Bucky would have asked Marlena if it was okay; but now, after almost two years of being together, he learned that it was best not to ask, and better to just do.

Marlena's hand reached down as they kissed and she grabbed him, pulling him as close as their bodies would allow.

"Shit," Bucky muttered against her lips as she bit at his lower lip.

"James," Marlena moaned against his lips; he almost always lost control at the sound of her voice when she called him by his first name rather than Bucky.

Marlena and Bucky were completely devoted to one another; they wanted nothing more than to love one another, make each other feel happy, and take care of each other and all of their needs. Times like this were cherished—times when they were actually alone—whether they were just watching a movie or cuddling or giving themselves over to each other. They spent every minute as if it was their last, though they'd be completely devastated and emotionally distraught if it really was. Marlena was Bucky's everything, as he was her's, and one could have a whole if they did not have both halves.

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