Coastal Living - Captain America Fantasy AU

"I've been meaning to ask her about that, but I'm always more preoccupied," Buck tapped his chin, "Anyway, want to come across the street to the shop and check out the tow truck I finished up? Angelina's been a great help for me."

"I noticed Dylan's been over the top that Angelina might have a stable income for once. He said something on Facebook about how proud he is of her." Steve agreed as he walked with Bucky to go see the truck. "But Vince texted me and said that she's on the borderline. Whatever that means. Apparently that text was meant for you because he flipped out and started using emojis like maybe if I had to scroll up enough I'll forget what was said."

"Of course, with your eidetic memory you wouldn't forget it anyway," Buck hummed, putting the key into the door of the shop, flicking on the light inside once he stepped in. Sitting in the far corner ready to be rolled out at anytime, was a rusty red colored truck that had a tow hook mounted on the back end, a thick and heavy chain hung like a garland on the tailgate, and a ramp nestled in the bed of it for things like motorcycles to be wheeled in.

Buck beamed at it proudly, hands on his hips, "I need to come up with a logo and a name for my shop, but hey, at least I got the truck finished and ready to go."

"I can do the logo. But I think you might want to ask Angelina for a name." Steve said kindly. "Considering she's your first employee. Though if you want to come up with the name and logo yourself, you should do that too. Just know that I'm available to draw."

Bucky leaned up and kissed Steve on the cheek, "I know you are, babe. Thank you. It'll be easier to figure out a logo with the name, but I'll let you know if anything strikes my fancy. I'll ask Angelina her opinions, of course. For now, why don't you go call up Calla to hang out somewhere and I'll call River over and ask her the third most important question; if she'll move in with me."

~*~

"I was able to get most of the furniture in this place in here over the last couple days. Steve and I picked out a lot of it, since the house on the island isn't really /us/ we kinda just moved into it and it was pre-furnished. This feels a lot more homey. Our colors, our styles. The dark wood in some rooms, light wood in others. Carpet here and there and wood where it's more practical and tile in the bathroom and kitchen..." Bucky rattled off, just excited to have River in the house he'd been dreaming of. "Each room more or less has a theme to it, even the bathrooms. The only two places that don't is the library and craft room, which has white walls since I figured there would be paint on it sooner or later. The walls are bare since I'm expecting Calla's and Steve's paintings to go up and then your tapestries here and there, too..."

River was highly giddy as she walked through the house, enjoying the vision that Bucky was trying to create. It was nice to see a home being built, rather than being in a home that didn't feel much like one. The atmosphere was different, there was more natural light coming through the windows, and she just felt more relaxed. She knew Angelina felt that way in the shop, which oddly enough eased her anxiety about going to the quite place into something more substantial. Whether or not she'd /go/, another question.

"Oh, oh! Speaking of paintings! There's Calla's!" Buck had led her into the huge living room, pointing at the fireplace which had the special item that got the ball rolling mounted above the TV. "Steve of course got to choose where it went. Come! Sit on the couch and feel how squishy it is!" he dragged her over. It wasn't a leather one that your skin would stick to, but a soft fabric that was nice to snuggle up in. On the back of it was draped the blanket he'd bought from River's and Calla's shop forever and a day ago.

River laughed as she sat down, curling her legs underneath her. He wasn't wrong, the couch was soft and nice. Her eyes caught sight of the blanket and melted a little. She touched the yarn, knowing how well used it was since it was bought. How many nightmares the blanket shielded him from besides the cold. She hadn't spoken since he brought her in, mostly because she didn't know what to say. She looked at him, her smile never leaving her face. "You worked so hard on this." She praised gently. "I'm really proud of you, Buck."

Buck blushed through his smile, and he wrapped her in a tight hug, "I'm proud of myself, too. So much has happened in so little time. The conversation might've been lacking on our double date with Angelina and Dylan, but it caused a snowball effect. I haven't felt happier. It just grows and grows every day, the more I accomplish the things I wanted to do that I never had the gumption for. Steve looks at me with such adoration in his eyes and now yours are so sparkly, too."

River smiled warmly, "I'm sorry is it bothering you? I can turn down the sparkle and cast it somewhere else. Like Steve." She teased lightly at him.

"Sparkle in Steve's eyes might cause me to worry since he usually has a little cloud over his head, anyway," Bucky smirked right back, pulling away and hauling her up, "Come! Now the upstairs and the best part!"

"There's a best part?" River grinned as she was dragged up stairs. She was pushed in front of a door and she gave him a small look before she opened it, wondering what the surprise was.

"The other rooms aren't all that important, but this...this room I had in mind just for you, honey," Buck's voice was soft and even had a soft purr to it. The room. The walls were part white wood on 1/3rd of it, then a periwinkle purple-blue solid mass on the rest of it, with white trim around the very top of the walls. Again, bare walls, all for any creations that were going to be made. There would be more holes in the walls from nails to hang them up than anything else.

"It's big enough that we can change out the beds...as any guppies we have grow older..." he told her as River froze, eyes wide and mouth hanging open slightly. The carpet was a slightly darker but not harsh purple, plush and very soft to the touch. There was only one table, and a white rocking chair with a blue sheet cushion, but on the table were piles of books. Baby books, for names and room layouts and patterns for knitting and cross-stitch.

River walked into the room as she looked around, her throat tight. She walked over to the rocking chair, never being in one and sat down. She let out a surprised gasp as it did as it was supposed to and /rock/. She looked around at the room. It was soft, gentle, she looked over at the table and carefully stood up and walked over to them, looking through to see what books there were. Names, patterns, ideas for how the room could look. She realized. It hit her so hard and fast it wasn't funny. This was her birth rock. Perhaps not literally. Not in the ways of water and heat. But...she looked at the room again. She felt this desperate longing, urge even, to have Bucky be there. To see the egg, to fall in love with their kid. She didn't want to isolate herself from him. She rubbed her eyes quick to hide the over bubbling of emotions. She already came to the conclusion. She would be fine if she was banned from the sea for the rest of natural life. This? This right here was too much to give up. "I love you." She said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself close to him. "I love you so damn much. Thank you. Thank you."

Bucky held River just as close, almost feeling like they were trying to out squeeze each other which made a soft chuckle bubble up in his throat. He kissed her shoulder, where her shirt had shifted to reveal some skin, and it was like they were suddenly on the exact same wavelength. He felt her body heat under his hands and his own temperature spiked while they moved /just/ enough to kiss each other at the same time. They wasted no time in opening for each other and making out. Since the cave, he'd tried very hard to keep things rather tame, but in spite of that they'd found exactly what the other liked. They used that to their advantage to fan the flames.

He hiked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Easily, he carried her to the bedroom, the door already open and he set her on the plushy deep, dark red comforter that had black designs in it, and kept his hand firm on the small of her back, keeping her back arched, chests pressed together while he settled between her legs and deepened the kiss even further.

"Mentally check in real fast," She gasped when she felt his knee go up against hers, giving her just a hint of what's to come. She gripped on to him, pulling at his shirt, but not taking it off. She felt her nails scratch at his skin. Not enough to hurt, but enough to tease. "You don't want kids." She felt him suck a mark against her neck and she arched up, pressing her groin against his and whimpering when she felt how hard and thick he was. "So no transforming."

"You can't transform out of the water, though, yeah? No, no transforming and no gups, not right now. We can play with the idea, but not yet. It's okay, River," Buck licked along her pulse, hips rolling as he rut against her by reflex, grunting as he stilled. 'Control yourself, good grief...' he chided himself. "I have protection to use, so you don't have to hold back anything, babe, and neither do I. Won't you like that? I don't have to pull out of you when I cum...though I can pull out and mark you, I know how to control it, considering..." he did it to Steve on occasion. "I can go more than one round, even. Though, that depends on you and /your/ stamina, sweetheart."

"I have a decent stamina." River pulled her legs around his waist and she pushed her hands up his shirt more, exploring the muscles and nosing his neck as well, trailing her way up to his earlobe. "Then don't hold back. I'll let you know if it becomes too much." She let her hands go down from under his shirt and teasing at the hem line.

"Mm...waist-up for now, honey. Wanna make this last," Buck cooed and he forced himself back from her, heaving her by the armpits and causing her to squeal as she landed against the various pillows. He backed off the bed and stood, peeling his shirt over head head and to the floor. Oh. The door. He walked back to it, taking a sock off and putting it around the doorknob before shutting it, but didn't lock it. He would laugh if Steve walked in, the sock thing something he hadn't done in ages. He was supposed to bring Peggy over from the island, after all, since he forwent calling Calla. Turning back, his eyebrows shot up as he saw River had beaten him to the punch, her own shirt /and/ bra thrown off the edge of the bed and she'd also shoved the comforter down to reveal the navy blue sheets. Very patriotic, the red and blue, but it made him smile and so Steve shut up about it.

River smiled warmly. He was looking at her like she was a marvel. She felt completely relaxed, not at all frightened and completely at home in this bed. She beckoned to him with a curl of a finger, a toss of her head to make her hair fall down her shoulder and arm as she laid on her side. "Do me a favor love. Give me your best sexy walk? I just want to see it with the shirt off."

Plenty of distance between the door and the bed for that, and he gave her the same smoldering look that made Steve's eyes go dark as he shifted his body and strode towards her, even reaching for his belt and sliding it off as he did so, then unbuttoning and sliding down the zipper of his pants. By the time he reached the foot of the bed again, he was sliding them over his ass and they dropped to a puddle around his feet. One knee on the bed now, and he toed off his other sock before climbing towards he. He'd worn silky boxer briefs today instead of going commando which he normally did. He was glad, because it allowed him to tease her more as he reached for a foot and brought it to his lips, kissing the top of it, his fingers massaging her ankle. Oh, maybe she would have a foot fetish if her tail was so sensitive? Intriguing, and he nipped at a big toe to gauge her reaction.

River sighed as he gripped her ankle, rubbing it in a way that made her melt back into the bed. He bit her big toe and she giggled. She hated that she laughed she knew there was nothing arousing about laughter (though she was certain that was just poisonous words). She looked at him, a nervous smile on her face but clearly trusting him to explore at his leisure.

Feet themselves was out, so it was just her tail, then. Fair enough. Her ankles were very sensitive, though, as he discovered when he placed a hand on either of them and rubbed and kneaded, watching her head roll back, "I'm going to enjoy taking my time finding out your mysteries, sweetheart," he hummed as he leaned down and kissed her knee, then slid his hands up over her shins and calves, kissing along her inner thigh towards her rose tattoo. He licked along the outlines of it, tracing and teasing before he placed the most gentle kiss on it, "Beautiful," he praised.

River felt her heart flip. When his hands glided up her calves, she felt anticipation. He barely brushed the back of her knees and she let her legs fall a bit wider, but her inner thighs that he kissed was mostly sensitive. His praise made her realize how far they came. How far he brought her. A long time ago, this would've made her afraid. But right now? At this moment? She felt like the sexiest girl around. She smiled at him. "So are you."

As per his own rule he'd laid down not five minutes ago, he moved up her body to kiss her hotly, but tenderly. He loved her. He'd tell her that for the climax, he promised himself. Then he would ask her to move in with him. How could she say no? Grinning into the kiss briefly he kissed away her 'what' with more tongue and shoving her into the bed off of her elbows where she'd propped herself and his hands found hers, linking them and pinning them above her head. Their chests pressed together like this was a lot more /electrifying/ and they moaned together, "River..." he murmured, lips trailing along her jaw now, "Do you have a mermaid name?"

"Where did this come from?" River asked breathlessly as she tilted her head so that he could get more access to her neck. She rocked her lower body against his, but he shoved his between her legs and pinned her so that she couldn't try to rut against him. She whimpered, feeling her skin boil. "Yes. I have one."

"Tell me..." Buck coaxed softly, "I want to know. I had a feeling. River Cross is more ironic than something somebody would really name their kid. You did say you needed a birthday for your records at school. So you came up with your own name, too? I swear to god if it's something like Kidagakash from Atlantis I will stop long enough to text Steve that I'm dating a mashup of a Disney princess."

River burst into laughter and she hugged Bucky tightly, resting her head against his clavicle. "We're trying to have sex and your making me laugh. You're mean. I love you." She took a breath in and out before cracking up again. "Rhaemeia." (rae-mia) She blushed. "River sounds better."

"I dunno...that sounds perfect to /growl/ with," Buck told her firmly, leaning in close to her ear while he rubbed his hands along her sides, "/Rhaemeia/...so gorgeous," he rumbled and felt her tremble and heard her grasp. Moving down her neck, he teased where she had been sensitive at her gills and then nipped at her collarbone, making up for lost time a little bit. His hands on her sides moved up to cup the underside of her breasts, enjoying their gentle weight and he smoothed his hands over them next, teasing her nipples with a pinch and a tug, lips peppering kisses on her chest before he sucked a pink bud into his mouth.

"You're so weird." River sighed with a sharp gasp when he brought her nipple into his mouth and made her stomach feel like it was live with wires. She whimpered and she could feel herself getting excited for more. "Not a Disney mashup then?" She weaved her hands through his hair and tugged to show her appreciation and whimpered when he let go and blew on it, causing another gasp and a sharp whimper.

"No," Bucky moaned a bit as she tugged and scratched, "You're not a Princess, River..." at her perplexed look, he kissed between the valley of her chest and then dragged his tongue over the other nipple, kneading her flesh easily. He did miss toying with a girl's breasts and hadn't realized it. He was definitely bi. Shrugging at his mental self he looked back up at her, "You're a Queen. Princess would be more like Calla, mischievous and looking for fun. A Queen is calming, motherly, willing to listen to anything and everything and kind beyond measure. That's you."

River brought her other hand to his cheek and traced his jawline, an affectionate move and her eyes soft. "I should be thankful that I'm not being compared to Elsa then." She grinned a little and she brought her finger to his nose and gently bopped it. "I love the way you look at me." She murmured. "It's like you're looking at your own masterpiece, but filled with love and longing. Like you can't quite believe I'm here. Like sometimes I can't believe you're here."

"I vaguely remember my birthday in March...a small little cake because Steve and I don't need much, but when I blew out the candle I didn't wish for anything, just to be happy with Steve for as long as possible. I never would have expected this," Buck took her hand and kissed her fingertips, "You're the gift I never asked for, but I'll treasure you just as I treasure Steve. All I can hope for is Steve feels the same about Calla. The two of you...I really cannot imagine our lives without you, and it hasn't even been six months. Is it too much? I ask that a lot, but I want this, I want you."

She framed his face with her hands, forcing him to look at her. "Don't limit your love, Buck. Time is only something humans made up because they die quickly, as well as your need for the sun and the moon to live. If you love me, then love me. Be with me. My time with you hasn't been wasted. There's not a moment where I thought things were moving too fast or too slow. Because I'm with you the way I want to be with you. You make me happy. There's not much more I can ask of besides that. Happiness and love. In the end, isn't that all we need to succeed in our lives with?"

"Yes...yes, definitely," Buck smiled warmly at her, before he moved his hips from pinning her to hooking one of her thighs over his hip, he let her feel him against where her skirt had ridden up, "Weren't we in the middle of something?" he teased, "I know I started it, but still. Limit's off...you can touch me, if you want to, River," he said as he slid his hands over her thighs and gripped her skirt band, shimmying them down and off before she had the chance to. Now they were only in their underwear.

"You're the one that can't shut up." River teased as she leaned up and pressed her lips against his neck, gently scraping where his pulse was with her teeth, she brought her hands down to his waist, flicking the hem of his underwear before gliding back up his back. Something was off about his left arm, but she didn't take much note other than gently dragging her nails down and nipping at his lobe. "I think since we can't shut up." She husked. "You should lie down on the bed so I can suck you off."

An easy, quick movement and Buck was on his back while River's hair was tossed over her shoulder when he flipped them. Her grin made him grin and he ran his fingers through her hair, bringing her into a really heated kiss yet again. That was one way to get him to shut up. Steve complained about it, too, but being made to be quiet was really fun in these situations. "Do what you will, sweetheart," he offered.

"As should you." River kissed him and framed his face with her legs as she turned around. She grinned at the obvious bulge that was in his boxers and without ceremony shoved his boxers down to the point where Bucky had to kick them off himself. She grinned at how flushed and hard he was. Not all the way hard, but...River gave it and experimental stroke, firming her grip and twisting towards the head before bringing it down. God he was beautiful. But as promised, she kept quiet and flatted her tongue against the slit, to get a taste.

Bucky's hands gripped her ass, massaging the jiggly globes when she did that and he groaned long and deep. He wanted to curse and praise and tell her what was rolling through his mind, but he more or less silently promised so he shifted a pillow under his neck for better support so he wouldn't get a cramp, and tugged at her hips, bringing her down on his face, going right for the kill and sucking at her clit.

River shuddered as she felt his lips tug against the small clit and the way he pressed against her folds. She doubled her efforts and swallowed him down. She couldn't do it all the way, he was a bit large for deep-throating from the get-go, but she worked on it. She flattened her tongue and remembered to mind the teeth. She hallowed her cheeks out and sucked at the head before bobbing her head down. She moved her tongue against his veins and skin like it was a lollipop and she was trying to soak up all the flavor she could.

"Mmmmph..." was all Bucky managed, flexing his fingers and he would have to apologize to her for any bruises he gave her. His glamour...he let it fade for right now, as she couldn't see him, putting all of his focus into teasing her and he enjoyed the taste of her juices. This was going to be messy and he loved it. Planting his feet further apart, he gave her plenty of access to his balls should she want to play with them, or find that spot between his balls and his hole. He probably looked like a male whore, spreading like this, but he really didn't care. His tongue flicked and rubbed against her folds while she rubbed her tongue under the rim of his crown. It wasn't all that possible to reach his favorite spots from this top-down angle, but she was doing a damn good job.

River grinned when she got him to spread his legs, and the moan that vibrated through her clit was good. She whimpered a little, but then she doubled her efforts, She ran her free hand down to his balls, cupping them carefully. She knew too well how delicate they were and she knew that they were sensitive. She could feel how heavy they were with the pent need that was gathering in the sacks. She felt him suck a little harder on her clit and gripped her legs a little tighter, which made her moan. She liked that he held on to her like a desperate man clinging to a rope in a storm. It meant she was his anchor and trusted her not to break.

Rolling his hips into her hand when she grabbed his nuts, he had the brief thought of her fingering him in the future and moaned again. He really was a bottom. Not today. He slipped his tongue finally into her core, savoring the flavor as more flowed across it. When she started moving with him he slipped a finger into her as well. Eventually, once they covered their bases and went back to doing what they other liked most, they were rocking against each other. He was careful not to thrust, but her elbows nestled in the creases of his pelvis helped with that. The rocking was erotic, almost like they were on a boat, moving with the waves, but the bed was solid beneath him. He wanted. He craved. He couldn't stay quiet. "River, honey...I'm feelin' it...are you?"

River slowly popped off his dick, but she was careful to keep stroking him. Not too hard and fast to make him explode, but enough to keep interest flowing. She turned to face him. "Do you want to keep going or do something else?"

Bucky's stomach did a somersault the moment he felt her shift around and the next second he was dizzy from throwing up his glamour so fast. He blinked at her, trying to play it off he was reeling on feeling close, "My question to your question is do you want me to cum while still in you or mark you good and proper?" One way he'd need to grab a condom from the drawer, the other he'd just take control back.

River thought about it before nodding her head. "I'll let you fuck me." She said. "But I want to see you in control so. Where your things?" She asked. "Condoms. What do they look like? I can grab them."
Bucky's jaw ticked. He would /not/ think about that guy right now. He rolled her over and kissed her briefly before he moved over and pulled out the top drawer, grabbing the lube which was 'warming' KY product and put a couple drops on her clit, enjoying how she squirmed while he also pulled out a box of Trojan BareSkins. He showed it to her then pulled out a small package from inside. Her look of curiosity was adorable and he let her sit up, "Let me teach you how to put it on me," he purred to her and ripped the package once the lube and box were put away and showed her the way it was rolled up, then placed it on himself just a little bit, "Once it's passed my head, squeeze the air out of the little bubble here, makes it easier, and then roll it the rest of the way," he let her do that, humming as she made sure it was good and snug at the base of his shaft, "Steve and I never had a problem with these, so don't you worry," he promised her, coaxing her to lay back down and he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth while he got her legs around his waist once more, rubbing along her folds to slick the condom up even more, not wanting to hurt her, before breaching her center and groaned into her skin, his throat vibrating with the intensity.

"God I forgot how good this feels." River gasped as she felt like she blacked out for a moment when he first pushed in. She felt full and wet and god he was so /thick/. She gripped on his shoulders, knowing her nails were probably cutting and scratching on his skin, but she hoped it wasn't too painful. "You're so good." She closed her eyes as she felt him push further in. When he was all the way in, she squeezed her inner muscles just to see how it felt around her, and grinned when he groaned, gripping hard against her. She nosed his cheek and brought her hand to his face, guiding him to her mouth and kissing him hungrily.

Buck rocked in and out of her, nice and slow so he got her all worked up. She was so /tight/ and he was big and it was making his mind all hazy. Making love to a woman was different in so many ways. Her moist lower lips were soft like flower petals, fluttering around his length. Her inner walls gripped him for dear life when he pulled out, but welcomed him on the way back in.

Looking her in the eye he observed how her eyes were half lidded and her lips swollen from so much kissing as well as sucking him off. Pulling back he dragged his hands along her body and then gripped her hips, "Are you ready for me, honey?"

"Give me what you got." River stared at him intensely. The way he made love to her was like an mechanic taking apart a machine and putting her back together in the most beautiful of ways. He saw her, all of her, and wanted her, all of her. She was just happy to be with him, to feel him in her and to feel his skin on hers, his scent mingling with hers. She felt her lower belly coil, like a spring, waiting for whatever move he wanted to make.

God making love to him was mind-blowing.

In spite of all of the teasing, the love-making lasted longer than Buck expected. She was so responsive, both vocally and in the way she met her body with his. She was so warm, so tight, and she moaned in time with each thrust, her inner walls gripping him tight. It was getting harder and harder to hold on, and he was so close. Leaning down, he kissed her hotly, but sweet in contrast to the roughness. Then he kissed his way up her jaw and whispered in her ear, "I love you, River...I love you so much...come with me, baby..."