Wakanda and Mary

[protivvyter]

"Shuri, you're beautiful and a genius." He says, hugging the younger woman. She laughs and hugs him back, then shoos him out of her lab, going to get everything ready for him. Bucky chuckles, and climbs out of the lab, heading for the quarters that they'd been given upon their arrival in Wakanda.

Ramonda had immediately taken to the young woman that the men had brought with them. She'd spent a great deal of time talking to her. And not so subtlely hinting that T'Challah and Nakia needed to stop pussyfooting around and marry.

Bucky pushes his hand through his hair, nodding to several of the guards, that line the halls. T'Challah must be in council, since they're congregated around there.

Sighing, he steps into his rooms and sees Mary standing by the windows, looking out over the city below. Walking up behind her, he wraps his arms around her, feeling freer than he has in a long while, and wanting her to share in that freedom.

He drops a kiss on her cheek. "What do you think?" He asks, quietly.

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Papers are done, only one final next week, I'm back bb.

[protivvyter]

Someday, someday, he'll tease her with the warm metal of his hand. Today is not that day. He wants to send her cascading through orgasms before he ever enters her.

His fingers slip backward, brushing over her clit, then one slowly eases into her. But only for a moment. He wants her to feel it, but also to want more of it. He gently drops kisses on her chest, listening to the quickening of her heartbeat.

Yay!!

[thequitecontrary]

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.

[protivvyter]

He smiles against her chest. Dipping his head slightly, he pulls a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. He brushes his tongue against the sensitive nub.

Between her legs, his finger circles her clit, not touching, not entering her. He wants her to want and she's not there yet. For now, he can tease her. Eventually, he has a plan that he's going to execute, hoping she'll enjoy it more than she's enjoying things now.

He wants her body to take control of her sensibilities, and turn her wanton, just this once.

[thequitecontrary]

She huffs a little, feeling both her need and her frustration grow. Why is he teasing her? She already asked for what she wanted. Her fingers move up and twist in his hair, tugging lightly.

"Bucky." Her tone is a bit more serious now. He continues the light strokes with his tongue and finger and Mary angles her hips against his hand, trying to feel more of what she wants from him.

[protivvyter]

He likes to be a tease. He knows that she's getting frustrated, but it'll be all the sweeter when he lets her have what she wants.

He raises his head and leans up to kiss her slowly. His metal hand begins to stroke up and down her spine gently. But one flesh finger presses against her clit, while another one sneaks into her slowly. He doesn't want her wholly frustrated.

[thequitecontrary]

"Stop teasing," she whispers against his mouth. By now she could feel herself starting to lose control, to give in to her overwhelming need for him. Her hips rocked more forcefully against his hand, effectively pushing his finger in and out of her while another one toys with her clit. It isn't nearly enough, but it will do for now.

His metal fingers on her spine make her shiver and she moans before pressing her mouth back to his.

[protivvyter]

"No." He's not going to stop teasing. He watches her move her hips and leans down to kiss her breast again. He wants her wild and unable to contain it before he gives in.

Metal fingers tangle in her hair and bring her head down. He teases his mouth against hers, his tongue darting out just enough for the tip to brush against her lip before retreating again.

[thequitecontrary]

Mary grunts in frustration, trying to figure out what he's after. Does he have a plan or does he want her to take control?

In response, she does something that she normally doesn't do in front him - hasn't really done in front of any man. She reaches down and grabs his hand, holding it still for a moment. Panting gently against his mouth, Mary takes two of his fingers and places them at her entrance, then slides her own fingers up over her clit. She parts her legs further, making it easier for Bucky to push his fingers into her. Rocking her hips against him, she tries to fill herself with his fingers while she strokes at her clit.