[The truth is that he usually does drink from the bottle, but he just might come through this time. Bucky leans out of his chair and rummages through a desk drawer until he finds it: a single, thoroughly lame-looking Coney Island souvenir shot glass.] Ah-ha. We're in luck.
[ The minute she catches sight of the glass she smiles. Of course, Wanda has no idea of the significance it might have for the man holding it. But she's definitely heard someone else rant about it. ]
I have heard much about Coney Island. Do you know I have never been on a rollercoaster? [ The first time Steve had told her about them, Wanda had felt a pang in her heart. Pietro would have been a fan, she is sure. ]
[He gives her a slight smile, turning the glass over and over in his fingers. The smile on her face is bright and warm, things he can't help but find he wants more of.]
You should go sometime. The old ones like they have there are the best. You always feel like things are just on the edge of out of control, but in the most exciting way.
[Bucky sets the glass down next to the limes and salt and fills it with the clear liquid.]
[ She listens with rapt attention, her smile only growing. ] Then those are the ones I shall try first, when I go. [ Perhaps she can make it a team bonding thing.
Wanda leans forward a little on the seat, thoughtfulness crossing her face. ] You first. You can show me how.
[Nodding, he picks up the lime and the salt shaker, moving closer to Wanda and looking her over. It's not that he's never noticed how pretty she is, but the circumstances just seem to make him much more aware.]
As I understand, we use a little lime to get salt to stick somewhere on your skin, and then you hold it in your teeth. The other person licks off the salt, drinks the shot, then sucks the lime out of your mouth.
[A very complicated system, but he gets the point of it. Which leaves him holding a line wedge...]
[ It seems the most agreeable place to start. Part of her knows that the act of licking salt off a person's body isn't exactly innocent, but she thinks if he did not want to he would tell her. Besides, this is always in the terrible teen movies they keep foisting off on Wanda to give her cultural examples and so what else is she supposed to do with that knowledge?
Eagerly, she rises from the chair to hold out her arm for him. It's bare, save for the thin strap of her dress and her bracelets and so she turns her wrist to expose the underside of both forearm and bicep. ]
[He takes Wanda's arm and holds it closer, swiping the lime across it, right near the crook of her elbow. Bucky hands her the lime for her to hold it in her teeth, then shakes a little salt on her skin. It's a hell of a lot of work for one shot, he thinks, but maybe once it's done, he'll get the attraction.]
Ready?
[Standing up, Bucky drags his tongue over the spot, tasting just a hint of Wanda's own skin under the salt. He quickly grabs the shot glass, downs the liquor, then closes his mouth over the lime, his lips grazing Wanda's as he takes it from her.]
[ It's like a kiss, but not. Still, Wanda feels a zing of excitement go through her, her eyes a little wider and her lips parted as she looks at Bucky. ]
Well.
[ There's colour to her cheeks now, as well as the smile that creeps to life. ] Your turn. Where would you like it?
[The sour juice runs over his tongue and it's true, it really does finish the whole experience, but as he tosses it in the trash he's more focused on the tingle on his lips he got from Wanda's.]
Yeah.
[He rolls up the sleeve of his t-shirt, exposing a bicep. Bucky points to it.]
[ She repeats the same motions that he did, preparing his arm with the line of juice and salt. It strikes her as a funny sort of game, the strange way when she licks his arm and downs the alcohol her stomach gives a swoop, how she can see his eyes up close when she takes the lime from him. It's bizarre, but not awful.
Well, the taste is.
She lifts a hand and thumps her chest, wrinkling her nose. ] If it's an excuse to be close to people, then it's an odd one. [ She feels warm all over, flushed. ]
[He sees that little wrinkle and smiles. The taste sort of is an acquired one, and even he's not sure he exactly likes it as much as he enjoys the effects. Wanda's statement he gives some thought.]
I think the point is to get close to someone you don't necessarily know. That and the spot for the salt is usually a little more... suggestive?
[ See, that's where her mind was originally. But she wants to treat Bucky with a little more care than her ridiculous teen movie musings. ] We know each other. [ Not as much as she would think she knew Steve, but enough. ] And I have seen you in the gym. [ Now her eyes light up in amusement. She's teasing him and i's obvious. ] I am familiar with your abs.
[She's teasing him. She's teasing him and he likes it, because it means Wanda sees him as a person, maybe even as a friend she's comfortable enough with to do so. Even Steve walks on eggshells around his sometimes.
He gives her a look, though, that says plainly that he's up to any challenge, implicit or not.]
Okay, then since you're so familiar with my anatomy, let's even up the score.
[He fills the shot glass and reaches for another lime wedge and the salt shaker, waiting for Wanda's response.]
[ She laughs, her eyes flashing in amusement. Without breaking eye contact she starts loosening the strings at the neck of her dress, tugging them apart so there is more skin on show. The straps of it fall halfway down her arms. ]
Will this do?
[ Maybe it's a dangerous game to be playing, but Wanda cannot help herself. She has spent too much of her life being careful and quiet. Bucky never backs down and maybe she wants some of that too.
Taking the lime from him, she swipes it along the curve of her breast, a challenge in her face. ]
[He's been neither fool nor distracted enough to miss the fact that Wanda is a beautiful young woman, and he'd be lying if he denied letting his mind wander in her direction. But to have them skirting the edge of those thoughts was unexpected and thrilling.]
Nicely.
[He shakes the salt onto her skin and waits for Wanda to hold the lime. When he drags his tongue over her breast, he definitely covers more territory than the salt did. The tequila burns just right on its way down and when he takes the lime from her mouth, the contact of his lips lingers.]
[ She inhales and it's sharp and sudden, the electric feeling once more returning to shoot through her. When he takes the lime, Wanda can feel her lips tingling, her gaze locked on his face. ]
Mm.
[ Every inch of her skin is hot, her stomach twisting itself into knots. She wants in a way she cannot quantify or stop. Her hands move to press against his shoulders, steadying herself. ]
[She's not the only one feeling the temperature in the room rising. Electricity is prickling all across Bucky's skin, something between them growing in intensity.
He pulls at his shirt to raise it, then stops. The hell with it, he thinks, and yanks the garment over his head. He takes another slice of lime and uses it to draw a wet line right up the center of his muscled stomach.]
Her stomach flips over again, gaze dropping down over his well defined chest and lower. To follow through on the action she will have to kneel down in front of him and while it is definitely not friendly, she finds that is not what she wants to be anyway. So Wanda does what she has to, sinking to her knees elegantly and licking along the stripe of his skin, knocking the patron back before she rises again. This time she stays as close as she likes, her lips whisper soft as she pulls the lime from his teeth.
It's hard to breathe and for a moment she doesn't speak, one hand pressed to his chest where she can feel his heart beat. But then she's stepping back, lifting her hands behind her to the zip of her dress. She pulls it down slowly, so that he can protest if he wants. If he does not, Wanda is letting it drop to her feet. ]
[No, the "friendly experimentation" line was crossed a little while ago, and Bucky starts to wonder if that was really ever a possibility in the first place. The line's completely obliterated by the way he tightens at the sight of Wanda lowering to her knees in front of him and by the groan that Bucky lets out when her tongue runs over him.
The lime exchange isn't anything other than a kiss. And when she sheds her dress, his gaze is hungry for a lot more than tequila and salt.]
[ She smiles and it's sweet, but the look on her face is starving. ]
Thank you.
[ It's easy to step free from the fabric pooled on the floor, her hand extended slightly to drag the lightest of touches across Bucky's clavicle. Curiosity is in her red-tinged eyes. ]
I do not want to drink anymore. [ Dipping her hand a little lower, towards his stomach. ] But that does not mean I do not want.
[He may have been decades out of practice, but there's no mistaking that look in a woman's eyes. Bucky was subject to it many times, was almost notorious for how often he inspired it. But now with all that was behind him, and knowing the woman who wore it, the look meant much more.]
Good. I didn't want to keep thinking of excuses to touch you.
[Bucky holds out his hands, inviting Wanda closer, to straddle his legs and settle on his lap.]
[ She's glad they aren't pretending now. It makes it easier to cross to him, to take his hands and press her knees into the mattress. Wanda moves easily, grace in every inch of her limbs as she settles against him, warm and soft skin against his jeans, his bare chest. Freeing one hand she moves it to brush the hair from his forehead and then leans in to press her lips to his.
It's a proper kiss, one with feeling. She can still taste the salt on him and she chases it with her tongue, licking her way into his mouth and shifting more firmly into his body. There is a yearning feeling inside of her body, twisting up her stomach and making her heart beat furiously. She aches for it and it leaves her breathless, their mouths parting so she can pull in an inhale, watching him with wide eyes. ]
[If he liked the way Wanda looked standing still, he's really knocked out by the way she moves toward him. The sway of her body makes his mind conjure images of what she'd be like moving against him.
Bucky doesn't have to wait long to find out as she's sitting astride him a moment later, his bare chest pressed to her torso, only the thin material of her bra separating him from all her skin. Her fingers make his scalp tingle as she touches his hair.
When she kisses him hungrily, he lets Wanda take the lead for now, opening his mouth to let her taste him. He's busy enough with his hands running up and down her back and sides until he cups her firm ass.]
[ She kisses him and it's all the things she's never had before. She kisses him and it's a new kind of hunger, the desperate flow of her blood beneath her veins urging her towards him. It's like the power at her fingertips, exciting and dangerous all at once. She kisses him and she feels untouchable.
There's a groan muffled by their mouths when he touches her, and then Wanda's pushing him back against the mattress, the curtain of her dark hair falling over them. She grins as she pulls back to take a breath before her lips find the underside of his jaw, trailing kisses across his throat. ]
[He can feel Wanda growing bolder, sense the heat and hunger rising inside of her, and it lights the same kind of fire inside of him. It's been a damn long time since he's felt like this, When you've been as cold as he has, it's hard to imagine feeling this warm again.
Responding to her kisses with equal intensity, his hands run up and down her back and sides, exploring her body. When she rises a little, he cants his hips up a bit to let her feel the reaction she's inspiring in him before he reaches down to start working at his pants.]
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I have heard much about Coney Island. Do you know I have never been on a rollercoaster? [ The first time Steve had told her about them, Wanda had felt a pang in her heart. Pietro would have been a fan, she is sure. ]
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[He gives her a slight smile, turning the glass over and over in his fingers. The smile on her face is bright and warm, things he can't help but find he wants more of.]
You should go sometime. The old ones like they have there are the best. You always feel like things are just on the edge of out of control, but in the most exciting way.
[Bucky sets the glass down next to the limes and salt and fills it with the clear liquid.]
Who's first?
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Wanda leans forward a little on the seat, thoughtfulness crossing her face. ] You first. You can show me how.
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[Nodding, he picks up the lime and the salt shaker, moving closer to Wanda and looking her over. It's not that he's never noticed how pretty she is, but the circumstances just seem to make him much more aware.]
As I understand, we use a little lime to get salt to stick somewhere on your skin, and then you hold it in your teeth. The other person licks off the salt, drinks the shot, then sucks the lime out of your mouth.
[A very complicated system, but he gets the point of it. Which leaves him holding a line wedge...]
Where do you want it?
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[ It seems the most agreeable place to start. Part of her knows that the act of licking salt off a person's body isn't exactly innocent, but she thinks if he did not want to he would tell her. Besides, this is always in the terrible teen movies they keep foisting off on Wanda to give her cultural examples and so what else is she supposed to do with that knowledge?
Eagerly, she rises from the chair to hold out her arm for him. It's bare, save for the thin strap of her dress and her bracelets and so she turns her wrist to expose the underside of both forearm and bicep. ]
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[He takes Wanda's arm and holds it closer, swiping the lime across it, right near the crook of her elbow. Bucky hands her the lime for her to hold it in her teeth, then shakes a little salt on her skin. It's a hell of a lot of work for one shot, he thinks, but maybe once it's done, he'll get the attraction.]
Ready?
[Standing up, Bucky drags his tongue over the spot, tasting just a hint of Wanda's own skin under the salt. He quickly grabs the shot glass, downs the liquor, then closes his mouth over the lime, his lips grazing Wanda's as he takes it from her.]
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Well.
[ There's colour to her cheeks now, as well as the smile that creeps to life. ] Your turn. Where would you like it?
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Yeah.
[He rolls up the sleeve of his t-shirt, exposing a bicep. Bucky points to it.]
Here?
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Well, the taste is.
She lifts a hand and thumps her chest, wrinkling her nose. ] If it's an excuse to be close to people, then it's an odd one. [ She feels warm all over, flushed. ]
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[He sees that little wrinkle and smiles. The taste sort of is an acquired one, and even he's not sure he exactly likes it as much as he enjoys the effects. Wanda's statement he gives some thought.]
I think the point is to get close to someone you don't necessarily know. That and the spot for the salt is usually a little more... suggestive?
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[ See, that's where her mind was originally. But she wants to treat Bucky with a little more care than her ridiculous teen movie musings. ] We know each other. [ Not as much as she would think she knew Steve, but enough. ] And I have seen you in the gym. [ Now her eyes light up in amusement. She's teasing him and i's obvious. ] I am familiar with your abs.
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[She's teasing him. She's teasing him and he likes it, because it means Wanda sees him as a person, maybe even as a friend she's comfortable enough with to do so. Even Steve walks on eggshells around his sometimes.
He gives her a look, though, that says plainly that he's up to any challenge, implicit or not.]
Okay, then since you're so familiar with my anatomy, let's even up the score.
[He fills the shot glass and reaches for another lime wedge and the salt shaker, waiting for Wanda's response.]
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Will this do?
[ Maybe it's a dangerous game to be playing, but Wanda cannot help herself. She has spent too much of her life being careful and quiet. Bucky never backs down and maybe she wants some of that too.
Taking the lime from him, she swipes it along the curve of her breast, a challenge in her face. ]
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[He's been neither fool nor distracted enough to miss the fact that Wanda is a beautiful young woman, and he'd be lying if he denied letting his mind wander in her direction. But to have them skirting the edge of those thoughts was unexpected and thrilling.]
Nicely.
[He shakes the salt onto her skin and waits for Wanda to hold the lime. When he drags his tongue over her breast, he definitely covers more territory than the salt did. The tequila burns just right on its way down and when he takes the lime from her mouth, the contact of his lips lingers.]
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Mm.
[ Every inch of her skin is hot, her stomach twisting itself into knots. She wants in a way she cannot quantify or stop. Her hands move to press against his shoulders, steadying herself. ]
Are you sure? I did mention abs originally.
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[She's not the only one feeling the temperature in the room rising. Electricity is prickling all across Bucky's skin, something between them growing in intensity.
He pulls at his shirt to raise it, then stops. The hell with it, he thinks, and yanks the garment over his head. He takes another slice of lime and uses it to draw a wet line right up the center of his muscled stomach.]
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Her stomach flips over again, gaze dropping down over his well defined chest and lower. To follow through on the action she will have to kneel down in front of him and while it is definitely not friendly, she finds that is not what she wants to be anyway. So Wanda does what she has to, sinking to her knees elegantly and licking along the stripe of his skin, knocking the patron back before she rises again. This time she stays as close as she likes, her lips whisper soft as she pulls the lime from his teeth.
It's hard to breathe and for a moment she doesn't speak, one hand pressed to his chest where she can feel his heart beat. But then she's stepping back, lifting her hands behind her to the zip of her dress. She pulls it down slowly, so that he can protest if he wants. If he does not, Wanda is letting it drop to her feet. ]
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[No, the "friendly experimentation" line was crossed a little while ago, and Bucky starts to wonder if that was really ever a possibility in the first place. The line's completely obliterated by the way he tightens at the sight of Wanda lowering to her knees in front of him and by the groan that Bucky lets out when her tongue runs over him.
The lime exchange isn't anything other than a kiss. And when she sheds her dress, his gaze is hungry for a lot more than tequila and salt.]
God, you're gorgeous...
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Thank you.
[ It's easy to step free from the fabric pooled on the floor, her hand extended slightly to drag the lightest of touches across Bucky's clavicle. Curiosity is in her red-tinged eyes. ]
I do not want to drink anymore. [ Dipping her hand a little lower, towards his stomach. ] But that does not mean I do not want.
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[He may have been decades out of practice, but there's no mistaking that look in a woman's eyes. Bucky was subject to it many times, was almost notorious for how often he inspired it. But now with all that was behind him, and knowing the woman who wore it, the look meant much more.]
Good. I didn't want to keep thinking of excuses to touch you.
[Bucky holds out his hands, inviting Wanda closer, to straddle his legs and settle on his lap.]
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It's a proper kiss, one with feeling. She can still taste the salt on him and she chases it with her tongue, licking her way into his mouth and shifting more firmly into his body. There is a yearning feeling inside of her body, twisting up her stomach and making her heart beat furiously. She aches for it and it leaves her breathless, their mouths parting so she can pull in an inhale, watching him with wide eyes. ]
No more excuses.
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[If he liked the way Wanda looked standing still, he's really knocked out by the way she moves toward him. The sway of her body makes his mind conjure images of what she'd be like moving against him.
Bucky doesn't have to wait long to find out as she's sitting astride him a moment later, his bare chest pressed to her torso, only the thin material of her bra separating him from all her skin. Her fingers make his scalp tingle as she touches his hair.
When she kisses him hungrily, he lets Wanda take the lead for now, opening his mouth to let her taste him. He's busy enough with his hands running up and down her back and sides until he cups her firm ass.]
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There's a groan muffled by their mouths when he touches her, and then Wanda's pushing him back against the mattress, the curtain of her dark hair falling over them. She grins as she pulls back to take a breath before her lips find the underside of his jaw, trailing kisses across his throat. ]
Sorry for taking a while. The weekend crapped
[He can feel Wanda growing bolder, sense the heat and hunger rising inside of her, and it lights the same kind of fire inside of him. It's been a damn long time since he's felt like this, When you've been as cold as he has, it's hard to imagine feeling this warm again.
Responding to her kisses with equal intensity, his hands run up and down her back and sides, exploring her body. When she rises a little, he cants his hips up a bit to let her feel the reaction she's inspiring in him before he reaches down to start working at his pants.]
i've just realised you are also the scott i'm tagging l m a o
Yeah, the sorry message kinda gave it away, huh. :)