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[mannersmaketh]

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[fridging]

[When he leaves Wakanda, Bucky doesn't quite know what to do with himself or where to go. He doesn't really know why he chooses London, of all places, but it's an easy place to lose himself in a crowd if he needs to. Anyone who's not looking close enough will just think he's another American tourist.

He needs to get himself a job that doesn't involve Hydra, but in order to do that he needs nicer clothes. It's a little difficult to manage that with one arm, though. T'Challa's scientists had offered him a replacement, but the idea of it made him uneasy.

He walks a tailor shop nearby that makes him feel horribly under-dressed, particularly with the baseball cap he's wearing, but then, that's sort of the point, isn't it? He hopes someone there can help him.]

[commontype]

[Eggsy was adjusting to life as a Kingsman agent just fine. There'd been hiccups here and there, nothing he couldn't handle though, but fuck if life weren't plain boring the last few months. He'd been put on tailor shop duty. Man the desk, they say, dust the racks and hang the ties and take new customers into the fitting rooms and take their measurements. All stuff he knew how to do, but each more boring than the last.

Until tall, broody, and gorgeous walks into the shop wearing a baseball cap and looking like he needed Eggsy in particular to help him out.]

So, what'll it be?

[Sure, he should slather on a posh accent, but he was good at reading people and this bloke looked like the sort who'd rather have a little less proper in his life. Maybe, if he was super lucky, the fella would let Eggsy fit him for a suit, and then come back to his after his shift was over. Dream big, Eggsy Unwin, that's what he always said.]

If you're lookin' for a new suit, fitting room three is open.

this is so cute already

[fridging]

[Eggsy's instincts aren't wrong, and Bucky smiles at the accent. He seems a little out of place in a shop like this, but maybe that's what this place needs.]

I am, yeah. Something I can wear to an interview if I can get one. There's just a slight problem.

[He shrugs off his jacket and turns to face him fully.]

Think you can help me out? I lost my arm in combat.

[commontype]

[There's nothing wrong with getting a new suit to wear to an interview. It could also be worn more than once, which was a bonus. His eyes go wide in surprise but he manages to keep from saying anything.]

Course we can. Oh, I'm Gary Unwin, but call me Eggsy.

[He's had sensitivity training, but it's still a shock to see that the other man is missing his arm.]

Follow me, yeah? [Eggsy turns towards the fitting room, pulling his tape out of his pocket on the way. He opens the door, letting Bucky inside before closing.] So, you's a veteran or somethin'?

Stand over here.

[He reaches for Bucky's jacket, gesturing to the middle of the room.]

[fridging]

[Bucky follows, glancing around as he does. Part of it is curiosity, part of it is paranoia. Calculating ideal exit strategies. It's a look Eggsy might be able to recognize with his particular background.

Eggsy gets a faintly amused smile at that particular question, though, and he hands Eggsy his jacket, standing where he's instructed to stand.] Something like that, yeah. It's nice to meet you, Eggsy. I'm James.

[He wants to say Bucky, James feels like someone else's name. But it would be too much of a giveaway. After a moment of consideration, he also takes off his baseball cap.]

Should I tie my hair back?

bucky!

[sorryitasedyou]

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[readytocomply]

[Bucky didn't like being pinned in, held down, pressed to anything, or backed up against a wall. He had quirks now, faucets of his behavior that were hard to suppress, that he couldn't get around. He figured he'd always be this way. Unable to truly enjoy sex again, too worried that he'd lose control of himself, someone would get hurt, and it was those thoughts that kept him from saying anything to her at first. There was something between them and they could both tell, but he kept his mouth shut.

But life was funny sometimes.

The first time she'd touched his arm, just in passing, he hadn't flinched, and he'd watched her walk past with an expression close to awe. The second time, he'd bumped into her on purpose, testing, caught her with both hands and the normal tension that bunched up between his shoulder blades had melted away. After that, each touch felt like coming home and he'd stopped trying to keep distance between them.]

Kiss me here.

[He's laying on his back, Darcy sprawled over him, testament to the trust he felt, and getting here had taken them a long time, but it was worth the wait. Bucky runs a fingertip down the length of his throat, drops his head back to the bed, runs his hand down her back to press her closer.]

[sorryitasedyou]

[ There was a running joke that she had a way with assassins, really anyone. That she could get someone to open up to her within the first few minutes of meeting her. It was just her personality - she was down to earth and did the one thing more people really should: she treated people as they should be treated. Of course, there'd been the warnings about him - that he was dangerous and unstable... That he'd hurt her if she got too close. But, those people delivering the warnings underestimated her ability to do the apparently impossible.

One of the times where wearing her heart on her sleeve actually paid off. Where caring so much helped someone else, had brought him into her life and took her down a path she'd never expected. And apparently that journey was meant to continue, not having expected him to roll them - for her to be on top, a hand bracing against the bed. There's no rush to the roll of her hips, not yet. Rather focused on savoring the moment and keeping her attention on him.

Tonight was apparently just meant for new things.

Her mouth moves to his jaw, working slowly down to where his hand had previously been - flipping her hair over her other shoulder to allow herself more access. Each kiss is deliberate and tender, dragging her lips along his pulse. Her tongue lightly darting out before she gently sucks on his skin. Not hard enough to leave a mark, not yet. Her body presses against him, giving a little hum of appreciation against his throat at the slight shift of position. Darcy makes a point to not use her teeth - not yet - wanting to test the waters.

She eventually works her way back up towards his jaw, kisses becoming a little more brazen - breath hot against his neck. Communication was key, even if her brain was having a hard time forming coherent sentences. ]

Tell me what else you want.

[readytocomply]

[This is all new for him, in its own way, unexplored territory that's a mix of affection and arousal, soft touches and light kisses that grow firmer against his throat. He's never been afraid to ask for what he wants, knows communication is important if this is going to work, but there's a slight disconnect between who he is now and what he enjoys during sex.

He blames the ice and disjointed periods of sleep, but none of that really matters when all he knows is that he wants this, wants her.]

Come up closer.

[Bucky grips her hips, tugging her up so that she straddles him properly. He likes the way her hair falls around them both, a dark curtain of waves that smells good and feels soft between his fingertips.]

What do you want?

[It was important to him, probably more important than anything else right now, to know that she was comfortable and felt safe. Bucky needed that little bit of reassurance that she was okay with this, that what she wanted mattered to him.

He tips up, a hand cupping the back of her neck, bringing her down to meet him in the middle for a kiss. Bucky's lips are parted, tongue darting to sooth over the soft skin he nips along her jaw.]

for Eggsy

[backwaterbelle]

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[commontype]

[Eggsy did the casual fling less now that he was a full-time agent, but that was less about preference and more about not having the time. He was busy, always busy, and any extra time he had was spent sleeping or doing something with his sis.

But not tonight. No, tonight was the fucking luckiest he's ever been, and this beautiful bird had agreed to come back to his. Sure, he'd flirted, but they both knew that the decision to join him was all on her.]

Higher, love.

[He's got his hands sliding down her back, pressing her close and up on her tiptoes so she can kiss him better.]

Place is a bit of a mess. [Lips parting, he kisses a line down her throat.] Travelin' a lot, yeah?

[backwaterbelle]

[Rogue's not the woman to engage in these sorts of flings with relative strangers, but between all the research and the undeniable spark that she felt the moment she met him. Maybe even when she saw him across the room, but that could have been the suit. He cleaned up damn well, but in the end, that's not what distracted her from the initial simplicity of this fact finding mission.

It having been a while didn't exactly help matters.

Her heels have already been kicked off, causing her to need to press onto her toes to kiss him properly, which she does at his suggestion, grinning wolfishly against his lips. She's sugar and spice, the latter of which boiling to the surface as she claims his lips for her own.]

Don't care sugah. Long as you give me what ah want. [In more ways than one, and more times than just once. She'll make sure of that. Her head tilts to allow him more room to work, her own hands working to tug his shirt tails free, to find her own skin on skin to enjoy.] Ah best leave beyond satisfied.

[commontype]

[Eggsy raises a brow; that sounded like a challenge, and he was more than willing to give as good as he got.]

That so?

[He reaches around her to unzip her dress, slipping it off her shoulders as he kisses the skin he exposes.]

Figure we both got our work cut out for us.

[He returns her grin, his mouth curving into an amused smirk. Eggsy preferred his lovers to be able to handle their own, no learning curve or catching up on their part, though if he had to make up the difference, that was alright by him.

Eggsy steps back to tug his tie off, jacket and shirt hitting the floor.]

for Bucky

[backwaterbelle]

x | x | x | x

[readytocomply]

[Bucky is a product of the time he was born in, and no amount of disjointed brushes with life outside of it had taken that away from him. He didn't think sex had to wait for marriage, he wasn't that old-fashioned, but he did think that a man's lover deserved affection and fondness and every bit of respect that he had to offer another person. Maybe this was casual, but that didn't mean devoid of all emotion.

So when he stops by her place, he's got a small box in his hand, and when she opens the door, he hands it to her.]

This is for you.

[He tips in and presses a kiss to her cheek, waits for her to invite him in before going inside. Bucky's been here enough times to know that he liked how soft her bed was, and that lazily twirling her hair around his finger was almost as relaxing as the sex itself.]

But you can share it if you want.

[It's a pink paper box with a cupcake inside.]

[backwaterbelle]

[It's one of the things she enjoys immensely about Bucky, the respectful, old-fashioned mannerisms that she grew up expecting from a well-mannered gentleman, which usually meant that their mother raised them right. Rogue also accepted his dark past, knowing personally how much a genuine second chance means to someone trying to turn their life around to something better and move forward. Xavier had given her one when no one else would, and she took that lesson to heart from then on out.

Neither of them could really commit to something serious considering their individual situations, but she had no problem expressing her honest affection for him. It just kind of works for them, for now, and she's okay with that bit of stability, especially when it comes with tiny, surprise presents.]

Thank you sugah. [Her eyes are bright and curious as she takes the small box carefully, instinctively leaning in and tilting her face just so to receive the greeting, lips curled in a grin as she motions him inside. Once inside, she'll close the door and lock it.] Ah'd say you shouldn't have, but you know ah'm partial to these little gestures.

[He can spoil her all he wants. Stepping closer to him, invading her space gently with her body without actually pressing herself against him, she carefully works on opening the box with a soft hum of anticipation. Upon discovery of the confection, Rogue grins up at him at the mention of sharing, eyebrows lifting in challenge.]

Ah do want, but only after we earn it properly together.

[readytocomply]

[Bucky did know, which was part of the reason he liked to do it. He enjoyed giving her the small tokens of affection, little things here and there to show her that he appreciated her company, and if it made him feel good to be able to offer her something like that, it just added to their whole relationship.

He tips his head down to watch her open the box, a small smile curving his mouth.]

How do you suppose we go about doing that?

[Though he knew, he liked to lighten the mood, keep things playful between them. It wasn't always this way, but it felt right in the moment and he knew better than to try and alter the course of things. He drags a thumb across her jaw, tucking some hair behind her ear, before leaning in to press a soft kiss to her mouth. When he draws away, there's barely a breath of space between them.]

I'm open to suggestions.

[mostlyred]

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[readytocomply]

[Some women liked soft touches. Some women liked it rougher. Some like a little of everything, and some didn't know what they wanted.

Natasha wasn't like any woman he'd ever known. The first time they'd met, and almost every time after, hadn't exactly opened them up to the chance to have a healthy friendship, but time at least allowed them to move past that into something new. There wasn't any dancing around each other, no guessing and wondering, they were both open people and they'd both admitted pretty easily what they wanted.

Each other.]

You're wearing too many clothes.

[Which meant, obviously, that they needed to do something about it. Bucky steps in, backing her up against the wall, drags his fingertips up her stomach, curling in the fabric of her shirt. His eyes meet hers, and he tugs, sharp and hard, ripping the material down the middle.]

[mostlyred]

[ The words don't catch her by surprise, always appreciating a blunt approach to something like this. She lets him back her against the wall, something very few people could do without finding themselves in a world of hurt. Hands stay at her side as she watches him, keeps her gaze fixed - curious.

Breath escapes in a soft gasp as cool air meets her skin. The action shouldn't have turned her on as much as it did, not caring about the now ruined shirt. She wanted him and there wasn't an effort to mask it in her heated gaze. Eyes still on him, there's a lift of a manicured eyebrow as she quickly undoes her jeans - letting them pool around her ankles before kicking them off to the side. ]

Good jeans are hard to find, I'd rather keep those in one piece if you don't mind.

[ The matching black lace panties and bra were fair game, though - something she leaves unsaid and makes no effort to protect from his apparent need to literally rip her clothes off. She doesn't linger in the moment of her little quip, instead snaking a hand up into his hair to cup the back of his neck and pull him down into a searing kiss while her other starts working on undoing his pants. Only seems fair to even the odds. ]

[readytocomply]

[Bucky feels a hint of impatience, the need to have her stronger than anything he's felt in a long time.

She can keep up, speaks her own mind, and isn't timid around him, which some might find intimidating but he thinks is sexy as hell. He hadn't planned on ripping her shirt, it's worth the view he has now though, and he's caught up suddenly in the way he wants to tell her how beautiful she is. The man he used to be showed his lovers how much he appreciated and respected them, and maybe this is different with how they handle each other, but he's being no less appreciative or respectful. He simply needs to adjust his way of thinking. It wouldn't really keep within the parameters of what they're doing to go all soft, so he opts for showing her rather than strictly telling her.

He returns the kiss, firm and biting, teeth tugging at her lower lip as he shoves his own pants down his hips. Bucky kicks them aside, stepping back long enough to pull his shirt over his head.]

I'll buy you a new one.

[Though he didn't think she'd hold him to it, the offer would still stand. He bends down to press his mouth to her throat, trailing hot kisses down her chest as his hands run along her hips.]

[nascensibility]

♔ | ♔ | ♔ | ♔ | ♔

[readytocomply]

[There were certain qualities in a woman that Bucky enjoyed most. Confidence, which could come in many forms, and sometimes was subtle depending on the dame. Intelligence. Which could show itself in much the same way as confidence, hints here and there or the kind you noticed immediately. Bucky appreciated that women were unique, thought they deserved to be respected, and he was smart enough to know to never treat any two the same.

He hadn't made that mistake with her, with Evelyn. Bucky had listened when she spoke, answered when he was supposed to, and over time, the relaxed way she made him feel became more noticeable. The connection between them had faded from friendship to something more gently, not suddenly, but slowly, naturally. The only way it could have ever really worked for Bucky, after everything.

Then he didn't want her to think they had to rush. It was her choice if something was going to happen between them, and he'd told her as much that night, standing close in the middle of the library, all that tension built up under his skin. He drags his thumb across her jaw, brushes her hair back from her shoulder.]

You're beautiful.

[And he means it, too. Inside and out, all her quirks and the way she complimented his.]

[nascensibility]

[Evelyn has a long and storied history of exploits in this particular place, most of which aren't suitable for polite conversation and only a handful of which she can say aren't suitable as anything but being boxed away, set into a corner and neglected. Fewer still are moments alight with the kind of unadulterated pleasure indicative of good company, gems to be hoarded.

The spoke often and in hushed tones, alone; Evelyn thought he indulged her desire to talk on more occasions than he should but he never dissuaded her, answering to both Bucky and James - the latter of which she reserved as an endearment in privacy. She wants to use it now, so close she can hardly breathe and attraction is never intentional, particularly not here: not when he has seen as much as he has, when she has been handled too indelicately and taken advantage of in the past.]

That's a very generous thing to say when I've been outside for most of the day,

[she teases, but the sentiment is gentled by his thumb cutting a streak of fire over her skin, burning through her lungs and into the shelves behind her. It is quiet here, surrounded by the whispers of fiction and the hem of her skirts brushing his knee, Evelyn's deflection hiding nothing but amusement and anticipation. Her choice, he suggested without saying anything at all and, well, it isn't a choice anymore, is it?

For that reason her intentions are evident, fingers curled in his shirt and tugging insistently for contact, tipping her chin up to beg with the dignity of royality.]

Kiss me.

[readytocomply]

[Sun kissed and hair curling up from the heat and wind? Definitely still beautiful, if not more than he'd normally find her to be simply because she's relaxed and at ease.]

Wouldn't have known if you hadn't told me.

[Compliments aside, she's moving, touching him and pulling him close, telling him to kiss her, and whether it's a request or demand, it doesn't matter.

Bucky tips in, all slow and sure movements, no surprises, just direct intent. His lips slant against hers, hands running down her arms to rest at her hips, and then he's taking small steps forward until the dry scent of paper hits his nose, book shelf at her back.

The fabric of her skirts swirl, the material rustling, and he can hear every breath that slips out when he draws back slightly, the groan of his metal arm adjusting to the change in position. Bucky presses his thumb to her chin, gently urging down, a silent plea for her to open her mouth.]