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zimnij_soldat) wrote2017-08-10 10:52 am
zimnij_soldat) wrote2017-08-10 10:52 am
Being Neighborly [for underachievment]
It's not Brooklyn, but then again, these days even Brooklyn isn't Brooklyn. At least, not the borough he remembers, and it has nothing to do with the colors and the languages and the people-- it's the fancy coffee shops and expensive apartments and five-star restaurants. So when they finally let him off the leash enough to get his own place in the city outside of HQ or the Tower, Hell's Kitchen is one of the few neighborhoods that feels close enough to home.
And yes, he knows all about the Devil. Bucky's even seen him leaping across rooftops. But Bucky's not here to make trouble, and he gets his fill of scrapping when he's out saving the world. Daredevil's got the streets covered, and that's fine by him.
Besides, being two blocks over from his favorite should-have-been-a-one-night-stand didn't hurt when it came to picking out his new place. In fact, after exchanging a couple of texts to let Jessica know he was going to be hanging his hat not too far away from her place, James now finds himself making sure he's got enough liquor in the cupboard, waiting for her to arrive.
And yes, he knows all about the Devil. Bucky's even seen him leaping across rooftops. But Bucky's not here to make trouble, and he gets his fill of scrapping when he's out saving the world. Daredevil's got the streets covered, and that's fine by him.
Besides, being two blocks over from his favorite should-have-been-a-one-night-stand didn't hurt when it came to picking out his new place. In fact, after exchanging a couple of texts to let Jessica know he was going to be hanging his hat not too far away from her place, James now finds himself making sure he's got enough liquor in the cupboard, waiting for her to arrive.
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He steps back as Jessica guides him, smirking. "Definitely sounds like a good place to start. I've got no objections to letting you have your way with me for a while before switching it up." When the back of his legs find the bed, Bucky sits down, leaning back, inviting Jessica to climb onto him or proceed however she feels.
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"Next you're gonna use a word like 'lover'." Her head tips to the side, drawing all her hair over one shoulder. Lips smeared with cheap liquor, she spares him the notion of a rebuttal with a kiss that seals her rhetoric. It's short-lived as she shoves his back to the mattress. She knows how much strength to use, rationing out a little more than she'd normally use to keep a guy on his toes. A guy her type: Built like him, just with a lot less death on their conscience. It used to be none but lately it seems to be going up.
Jess leans down into him and rolls her hips back against his. The pressure of her hand flows from palm to fingertips; they move higher. When inhales to kiss him again, the heat of him flares where her breasts and stomach are lain along him.
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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.