[OOC: I am so sorry for the delay in this tag. Basically, my brain decided to more or less shut down anything creative for a while, and I'm just now starting to climb out of that hole. I know it's been a while, and if you'd rather pass on continuing, I totally understand.]

He can take what Jessica can dish out, and vice versa, which makes this a tidy little arrangement for them when it comes to being able to work out whatever crap they might have going on in their insane lives at any given moment. And no matter how much she's teased him about being old-fashioned (and Bucky knows damn well by now, she's not likely to stop unless she's got something better to do with her mouth, like the searing kiss that precedes him getting sent to the mattress).

She moves, and then the small, isolated patches of skin-to-skin contact become nearly every inch of them from shoulder to hips, and Bucky hums in pleasure at just how hot that press of bodies gets so quickly. He runs his hands up her back and down her sides, stroking Jessica's body with both flesh and metal. Soon enough, his touch slips down until he gets a nice firm grip on her tight rear end, pressing Jessica down a little onto the hard ridge still trapped in his boxers.