Bucky Barnes is a lot of things when he kisses her. Gentle, for starters. His mouth slots over hers softly, almost fearfully, the hand on her cheek sliding down to cup her jaw. He tastes like mint, smelling of cleanliness, aftershave and a bit of weed.

When he pulls back, he's smiling so hard his eyes crinkle.

Wanda is not expecting Bucky to cradle the back of her head, tipping her neck back so that her face is to him, crushing their mouths together. She can't help but whimper, can't stop herself from reaching a fist into his hair, can't help her mouth from opening to him. Her eyes flutter shut, naked thighs trembling as if she hadn't already found release.

Bucky puts everything he has into the kiss, all teeth and tongue and pressure and Wanda is privy to it all, swallowing everything he gives her.

He nips at her, sinking his teeth into her bottom lip making her moan. She pulls at his hair, moving to straddle him, creamy hips covering his middle.

His metal hand drifts around her, cradling her back as his other hand is tangled at the nape of her neck, both hands squeezing her to him.

Wanda heaves a sigh when he moves his mouth, dipping it to the curve of her neck and continues his assault, both hands now bracing her waist.

"Did you really imagine me?" she asks, eyes still closed, losing herself in the sensation of his touch.

"Every time." His answer is hot and wet against her neck, and she can't help but grin. His tongue laps just below her ear. She keens, elation in her bones.

Moving upwards, Bucky kisses her again, softer now, hands kneading her hips, fingers dancing carefully on her skin, she arches into the touch.

"Wanda," he whispers against her, kisses moving back up until his mouth is on hers again, featherlight. "It's— late. And as much as I want to continue...this, I think I need some ground rules."

Wanda pulls her head back in confusion, cocking her head slightly. "Ground rules."

"I want you," Bucky deadpans, dropping his hands lightly to her waist, and his voice softens when he adds, "and I don't want to share."

Wanda's heart swells.

"I've thought about having this with you since the first time you came to the compound but not just this. Sex is great and I can only imagine how it is with you," He groans at the thought, dipping his face to lean his forehead against her collar bone, "but I want to do it right. I don't just want you for my bed."

"Oh, Buck, I—"

"Wait," Bucky interjects, "before you answer, just let me finish. Before I lose my nerve."

She nods, looping her wrists around his neck loosely.

"I know it's a lot but I can't do halves. I can't just — take you to bed then act like...coworkers the next day," Bucky says, his pleading eyes shining. Leaning forward he kisses the tip of her nose. The gesture is so sweet, so innocent it makes Wanda smile harder. "So please — just... think about it. Come down from your high and if you come back tomorrow, I'll know."

She is more than sober at this point, having felt her high wane off the moment she spread her legs for his hands but she agrees. It thrills her to know she isn't the only one thinking about what is to come, how they would proceed.

They kiss a little longer, Bucky's tongue dips into her mouth and causing her to squirm before she slides off his lap and redresses, straightening her top quickly.

He walks her to the door, hand in hand, and when she turns on the landing he smiles down at her.

"See you in the morning?" she asks, trying to mask her hopefulness.

Raising his hand, Bucky brushes his knuckles over her cheek. "See you in the morning, princess."

Gathering her last bit of courage, she reaches up and holds his hand to her face, pressing a kiss to the inside of his palm.

He stares at her with wide eyes, chuckling lightly as she turns, and walks down the hall.

She is elated with happiness.

Taking the stairs two at a time, Wanda quickly runs back to her room, and when she closes the door, sagging against it. She places a finger tip against her lips, then traced down to her neck and collar bones, feeling all the places he'd kissed her, and she can't stop smiling.

Pushing herself off the door, she steps into her restroom and showers, finding the muscles along her back and shoulders no longer ached. The muscles between her legs were a different story.

After she showers, she slips into her bed, checking her phone one more time before hooking it up to charge.

Hope you're able to get some rest.

Wanda picks at her thumb, before typing out her reply.

I'll keep you updated.

With a sigh, she clicks off her phone, and tucks her head to the side, shutting her eyes to the thought of golden flecks and ashes.