A/N: One mo' time! (again etc. same warnings. Plot to continue next chapter.)

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Waking up, Bucky let a lazy smile cross his lips before even opening his eyes. He was happy; an unusual sensation for him. As he lay on his back he could feel the warmth of Margery's body next to him and hear her steady breathing. He wasn't sure how long he lay there, simply basking in the feeling of nearness to her, but he was sure it would never be long enough. Eventually, he heard the rustle of the sheets and felt her roll over and mold herself to his left side. She threw an arm across his chest as she nestled into his shoulder and neck. With his mechanical arm he cradled her closer. Her hair, being down, was fanned around her and down her back. Some tickled his chest and he let his right hand wander towards it.

As he twirled tendrils of her hair around his fingers and felt the softness of it he contemplated what would happen next. The whole reason she was here was over. To be honest, the reason he was being harbored in Wakanda was over too. He was fixed, or at least in a manageable state, and would need to figure out where he fit in the world. Margery had a place already. His perfect mood was quickly souring under his expert ability to self-sabotage.

"I can feel you thinking." Margery mumbled against his skin. "It's too early to be brooding."

"I'm not." He replied while trying to sound innocent.

While she pressed herself up to look him in the face, she didn't say anything but let her hand wander across his chest and up his neck to rest on his stubbly jawline. She savored the feel and sound of running her fingers along his morning stubble. "Do you want to know how I know you've been brooding?"

He huffed a little in answer. Margery moved her hand up and placed a single fingertip between his contracted brows. "This is your brooding brow." She explained and then proceeded to smooth her fingers along his brows in a soothing manner. Bucky realized he was contracting them and let her take away the tension and creases forming due to his, yes, brooding.

"You need to relax. Whatever it is that is weighing on you, we can figure it out later."

In response, Bucky brushed his knuckles along her cheek. "I don't deserve you. You're too good."

Her brow quirked in slight irritation but quickly devised a way to prove him decisively wrong... while also benefiting her. "How much do you want to bet that I can show you that you do deserve me, and that I am definitely not 'too good'?"

"Oh yeah?"

"How much?" She insisted. "What will you give me if I can prove it?"

He chuckled, a little at a loss. "Whatever you want."

"Good, I'll hold you to that." She replied and quickly leaned up to kiss him.

Reaching down as she kissed him, she let her hand lightly stroke his already hardening length. Bucky began to roll them but she pushed back on his chest until he was lying flat once again. He watched, mesmerized, as she straddled him. As quick as he could he flung his hand to the nightstand and practically slammed a condom on.

"In a rush?"

"For you? Always."

She rolled her hips, allowing him to slip through her outer folds. "Hopefully not too much of a rush." She whispered with a wicked grin.

Margery proceeded to sink onto him and set a steady pace. As she rode him Bucky placed his hands on her hips. Her every movement was driving him closer and she could tell by the tightening of his grip. Eventually, Bucky began to try to take control, holding her steady and pumping up into her. Margery almost aborted her devious plan in favor of her own impending pleasure, but, case in point, she was being bad. So she smiled her wickedest smile, peeled his hands away from her hips to stop his movement, and then climbed off him, all to his baffled stare.

"You know, I think it's time for breakfast." She said as she sauntered away from the bed and reached for her robe by the vanity table across the room. There was an answering noise back at the bed, sounding something like a strangled little choke. A look back verified that Bucky was looking like he had just been shot; he was so shocked by her abrupt departure.

"Did you work up an appetite?" She inquired cheekily over her shoulder before turning back to the table to put on her robe. "So… I get whatever I ask for, right?"

There was a rustle of blankets and then in one leap Bucky landed behind her. Startled, Margery began to turn around but his hands taking hold of her elbows from behind and keeping her in place hindered the movement. He lightly pulled the robe back down off her shoulders and let it slip to the floor.

"I stand corrected." Bucky murmured against her ear. His hands roamed down her arms to her waist and she couldn't help the little shiver that ran through her at his tone. "You're a bad woman." He whispered and kissed a shoulder. His hands continued to move, one sliding to her ass and the other up her spine towards her shoulders. "You'll get your prize, but first…" he suddenly bent her over the vanity, her hands bracing herself automatically.

He continued with a dangerous growl in his voice then, "I think that it's my duty to bring a bad woman to justice."

Margery couldn't stop the nervous little giggle that escaped her lips. The sound quickly transformed into a breathy moan as he aligned himself and slowly slid in until he was fully seated. When he began to move it was to slowly pull out only to snap his hips back to hers. He kept up the pace, one hand on her hips to guide them and the other made its way to her breasts to softly tease a nipple.

The only sounds in the room were their combined pants and moans and the sinful sound of flesh meeting flesh. She felt as if she was going slowly insane by his deliberate rhythm: just enough to keep her feeling near an orgasm, but never more than that. He was teasing her in the best and worst way possible.

"Bucky? I thought I was the bad one in this scenario."

She felt his smile on her skin as he kissed the junction between neck and shoulder. "Old habits are hard to break."

"Bucky?"

"Yes?"

Margery was frustrated and beyond feeling the heat on her cheeks from her next request. "I need you to fuck me like you mean it now."

She was glad of her arms bracing her and his hands, now both at her hips, effectively keeping her upright as he began in earnest to, as she so delicately put it, fuck her like he meant it. The movements of his hips were rough as he began to slam them in to her, going deeper than she had known possible. His pace increased to a near frenzy. A hand snaked around to her front and began to make frantic circles around and swipes at her clit as they both neared the end. This was the final straw for Margery and she clenched around him, becoming little more than a boneless conglomerate of sensation as she came. Still, Bucky didn't relent on the movements of his hand nor his increasingly erratic thrusts. Just when she didn't think it possible to feel anything more than her retreating pleasure, a handful of powerful thrusts later, Bucky came and the pulsing from his own orgasm triggered yet another for Margery.

Bucky pulled her unresisting form flush against his chest, supporting almost all her weight. "Now, I'm hungry." He said to her with wry humor. She laughed breathlessly and he scooped her up bridal style. "First though, another shower is in order."

I could get used to this…she commented to herself as they made their way to the shower. She had a pretty good idea of what her prize was going to be.