"You're just gonna have to stick around until we figure out just how weird..." he says quietly eyes closed with their forehead pressed together between kisses. It's another long pause as images of her circle around in his head and he just let's the feelings take him over.
"You in a giant white fur coat and nothing else in front of a fire..." he mutters as a memory dances in front of him. "Some sort of old log cabin or something like that. I can't really see much except for you in firelight slipping off the coat to reveal nothing else under it."
"I'll do my best." He's not someone she can make an empty promise to, and she knows that she might not have a say when she goes. If she goes. Especially considering the way she landed here.
The memory he shares prompts a chuckle, her fingers sliding back from his face to run through his hair. She sounds nostalgic when she answers him. It's a good memory. "That happened for me too. We were in a safe house waiting for extraction after a mission we finished early. I stole that coat and he wanted to see me try it on since I went through the trouble of taking it. I decided he wasn't specific enough with what he told me to put on." Her mouth curls in a smirk as she says it.
Something about the comments jump his heart rate a little bit. His fingers slide up her back as he traces her spine eyes closed just leaning into the fingers in his hair. It's like every time she kisses him these little bit of memories come back and if that's the case...
Is it possible that more touching would do more? It seems ridiculous to suggest and he is absolutely not going to but his brain can't help feel like her touches are wiping away fuzziness. Details that he can see clear as day that don't make any since with what he's been told. It's hard to imagine what could be there, what's hiding.
"Kiss me again. I want to see more and it feels like every time you do..."
The way his fingers trail over her spine is so familiar that she can feel a shiver in her skin. How much of her life has she spent feeling the absence of his other self? Years, at least. This is something akin to deja vu. The memory of a reunion, but with the details turned on its side. There's probably a complex compound German word that describes her feelings exactly.
She smiles a little at his request, her fingers curling in his hair as she leans in and kisses him, lingering for only a few seconds. It is surprising to hear that there are memories coming back. He'd been so sure that he didn't know this world's Natasha at all. Is there a possibility that the Bucky she knew fell through to this world too? Or is it just remarkably similar?
"Sounds like you're looking for an excuse to make out with me, James."
"Would that be so bad? You're pretty good to kiss..." he counters playfully. Sure it's a good excuse to kiss her but even if he wasn't getting bits and pieces of whatever this was, Natasha's lips on his own are like coming up for air after a long dive underwater.
They revive him, make him whole or at least closer to it. It's not really sure he realized what a big gaping hole there is inside him until she showed up.
His hand slides up her back to her neck and tugs her down close for another kiss. He doesn't have to wait for the response, there's a confidence there somehow that is just being born.
"Well, they do say flattery will get you everywhere." There's a hint of a fond smile at her mouth as she says it, like maybe she's remembering another conversation they had on the same topic. One that ended with her saying I meant you, specifically.
She lets him pull her in closer, sinking down the rest of the way so she's fully in his lap. Her fingers stroke through his hair as she lets the kiss linger. "Someone's feeling more confident," she observes in a playful murmur, her teeth lightly nipping his lower lip.
"You like me when I'm confident," he retorts and he's not even sure where it comes from. Lost somewhere deep inside him some confidence that she's slowly uncovering with each mark she walks across his heart.
He kisses her and gorgeous memories continue to flood over him. Sensual, beautiful amazing ones that still feel disconnected to even though they're starting to turn him on in the worst sort of way and he's sure she can feel his dick getting hard up against where she sits in his lap. When the kiss breaks he groans gently against her lips.
She likes him any way he comes to her. But she is particularly fond of confident, since it means he's feeling good about himself. It's an incongruous thing for this Bucky to say, but she's understandably distracted. Both by the kissing and the fact that she can absolutely feel him stiffening. And she knows exactly how to move to make it even more of a problem.
Natasha almost replies that they're all good ones, which is when her brain catches up with the rest of her. She leans back enough to look at him, her hand moving to rest on his face again. It's impossible.
But hasn't her life showed her over and over again that anything is possible?
"Do you think you're remembering your life on this world, or do you think you might have come over from another universe? Do you remember being on Vormir?"
He can almost feel the hope echoing off her lips and he sighs gently. He doesn't want to let her down but he doesn't have any answers about anything.
"I don't really have a good chunk of memories? Sometimes when people will tell me things they don't feel quite right Nat, but I also..." he sighs softly. "I can't be sure that they're you either? It could be someone else they're all just like a mess of generic things that would be hard to help you pinpoint of they were."
He doesn't want to have to ask 'tell me about vormir' because he doesn't want to have to ask her to relive it. She doesn't deserve that but right now there's nothing in his brain that can make sense of what's going on.
She can tell there's some regret in his response. Likely because he's worried that his answer is disappointing. And of course there's a part of her that can't help but hope that maybe, just once, the universe would stop coming between them. But this is something too - she can enjoy this time, however much she has. Moreover, if this version of Bucky has felt so alone, she definitely wants to ease some of that.
"Don't sound so apologetic," she answers with a smile, letting her thumb brush against his cheekbone again. It occurs to her that he could probably stand to hear what she'd been thinking earlier. Even though she's not usually forthcoming with her feelings, he's always been the exception to her rules. "I told the other version of you once that you're always enough for me, no matter how you turn up. I meant with or without memories. But I guess I can expand that to include 'from a different universe.'"
Something about the way she says 'with or without memories' is absolutely heartbreaking. His hand reaches up to stroke a thumb over her cheek and it's gentle in a way he hasn't quite been since they started kissing. Not because he's hesitant but because the tables are turning and he wants to sooth her now.
"That sounds so tough, meeting a man who you loved who doesn't know who you are," he knows in some ways that's the case now, but not in the same way. It's not some empty slate and it's not the same as meeting someone who is not a lover in that state either.
Her hand runs down his forearm and up again as his thumb brushes her cheek. Her hand curls around his wrist and she turns her head to press a kiss on his palm. There's a thoughtful look on her face as she mulls over his question.
There are a lot of different ways she could answer it. She could reassure him with some half truth, smooth things over so he won't worry. But that wouldn't be real.
After a moment, she says, "it was hard. But in a way where I would pick that over something easy with anyone else. I wouldn't call it something I dealt with. That was just the reality of our lives. It wasn't perfect, but it was ours."
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"You in a giant white fur coat and nothing else in front of a fire..." he mutters as a memory dances in front of him. "Some sort of old log cabin or something like that. I can't really see much except for you in firelight slipping off the coat to reveal nothing else under it."
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The memory he shares prompts a chuckle, her fingers sliding back from his face to run through his hair. She sounds nostalgic when she answers him. It's a good memory. "That happened for me too. We were in a safe house waiting for extraction after a mission we finished early. I stole that coat and he wanted to see me try it on since I went through the trouble of taking it. I decided he wasn't specific enough with what he told me to put on." Her mouth curls in a smirk as she says it.
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Is it possible that more touching would do more? It seems ridiculous to suggest and he is absolutely not going to but his brain can't help feel like her touches are wiping away fuzziness. Details that he can see clear as day that don't make any since with what he's been told. It's hard to imagine what could be there, what's hiding.
"Kiss me again. I want to see more and it feels like every time you do..."
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She smiles a little at his request, her fingers curling in his hair as she leans in and kisses him, lingering for only a few seconds. It is surprising to hear that there are memories coming back. He'd been so sure that he didn't know this world's Natasha at all. Is there a possibility that the Bucky she knew fell through to this world too? Or is it just remarkably similar?
"Sounds like you're looking for an excuse to make out with me, James."
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They revive him, make him whole or at least closer to it. It's not really sure he realized what a big gaping hole there is inside him until she showed up.
His hand slides up her back to her neck and tugs her down close for another kiss. He doesn't have to wait for the response, there's a confidence there somehow that is just being born.
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She lets him pull her in closer, sinking down the rest of the way so she's fully in his lap. Her fingers stroke through his hair as she lets the kiss linger. "Someone's feeling more confident," she observes in a playful murmur, her teeth lightly nipping his lower lip.
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He kisses her and gorgeous memories continue to flood over him. Sensual, beautiful amazing ones that still feel disconnected to even though they're starting to turn him on in the worst sort of way and he's sure she can feel his dick getting hard up against where she sits in his lap. When the kiss breaks he groans gently against her lips.
"Fuck, that was a really good one..."
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Natasha almost replies that they're all good ones, which is when her brain catches up with the rest of her. She leans back enough to look at him, her hand moving to rest on his face again. It's impossible.
But hasn't her life showed her over and over again that anything is possible?
"Do you think you're remembering your life on this world, or do you think you might have come over from another universe? Do you remember being on Vormir?"
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"I don't really have a good chunk of memories? Sometimes when people will tell me things they don't feel quite right Nat, but I also..." he sighs softly. "I can't be sure that they're you either? It could be someone else they're all just like a mess of generic things that would be hard to help you pinpoint of they were."
He doesn't want to have to ask 'tell me about vormir' because he doesn't want to have to ask her to relive it. She doesn't deserve that but right now there's nothing in his brain that can make sense of what's going on.
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"Don't sound so apologetic," she answers with a smile, letting her thumb brush against his cheekbone again. It occurs to her that he could probably stand to hear what she'd been thinking earlier. Even though she's not usually forthcoming with her feelings, he's always been the exception to her rules. "I told the other version of you once that you're always enough for me, no matter how you turn up. I meant with or without memories. But I guess I can expand that to include 'from a different universe.'"
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"That sounds so tough, meeting a man who you loved who doesn't know who you are," he knows in some ways that's the case now, but not in the same way. It's not some empty slate and it's not the same as meeting someone who is not a lover in that state either.
"How did you deal with it?"
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There are a lot of different ways she could answer it. She could reassure him with some half truth, smooth things over so he won't worry. But that wouldn't be real.
After a moment, she says, "it was hard. But in a way where I would pick that over something easy with anyone else. I wouldn't call it something I dealt with. That was just the reality of our lives. It wasn't perfect, but it was ours."