There’s a moan that escapes her throat, muffled by his hair, as his finger slides over her clit and then slowly into her. He pulls it out quickly though, and the noise this time is a small grunt of frustration. Mary sighs, moving her hips against his hand, silently begging for more. “Mmm, James...” Sometimes it’s James and sometimes it’s Bucky. It just depends on her mood. “Please?” She asks sweetly, feeling like she’s going to burst if she can’t have at least his fingers inside of her.