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A soft whine left her as her body went limp, utterly boneless as she began to come down from orgasm - another one. The tongue between her legs hadn't stopped, the lewd, wet sounds of Bucky moaning into her skin made her whine turn to a whimper, and her eyes opened just enough to plead Steve to help her. Steve took pity on her, carding his fingers through Bucky's hair and pulling him away, "Stop. You're gonna kill her, Buck."

"What a way to go, right, Darlin'?" Bucky pushed Steve's hand through his hair and began crawling up Y/N's body, his lips and chin still wet from her juices, stubble rough on her skin as he kissed his way up to her belly. He paused when he got no response, not even a shiver from his teasing, "Darlin'?" He looked to Steve with a hint of concern, both men sitting up on the bed on either side of her still form, "Y/N?!"

Had he actually killed her?

Bucky cradled her face in his mismatched hands, examining her dazed expression and almost blank stare through barely open eyelids. He felt his heart thud into his ribs hard enough to almost hurt and called her name again.

Steve took her wrist, feeling for her pulse as well as listening for it - his own and Bucky's drowned out whatever flutter he may have heard. "Y/N. Come on, come on, Honey..." Her chest inflated as she took a deep breath in. Her eyes cleared and became more animated as she became more aware of her surroundings.

"Oh, God..." Bucky's head dropped to her shoulder in relief, his hands still cradling her face as he calmed himself down with deep inhales and exhales. "You scared the shit outta me." He felt her hands on his back, stroking up along his spine and into his hair at the nape of his neck, "I'm sorry..." Bucky mumbled into her shoulder, kissing it over and over until he felt brave enough to meet her gaze, still worried he'd done something, "I knew you were tired, Doll. I just wanted to make you feel good."

Steve still held her wrist, monitoring her heart's beats per minute and frowning when his ears couldn't match the sound of her heartbeat to the light thud of her pulse. He wanted to ask Bucky to leave, to concentrate on that sound, but one look at his friend made him hold his tongue. Bucky needed her reassurance more than Steve needed to play nurse. "I felt amazing, Bucky." Y/N mumbled, the corners of her mouth lifted in a satisfied smile, and she stretched her legs with a slight groan, "It just took me a little longer to come down."

"If we're asking too much, Y/N-"

"Steve." She cut him off, using her serious voice to counter his. They were supposed to be having a lazy day off, and she didn't want to ruin it because she had momentarily left her body. Tapping Bucky's shoulder to have him let her go so that she could sit up, Y/N kissed his cheek and then leaned forward to do the same to Steve. "You're not asking too much. I don't think that waking up to you grinding my ass and begging to 'wreck me' is a chore. I also don't think that Bucky is a chore when he wakes up and decides he wants to make sure you did a good job the first time. I'm just a little sensitive and," her eyes met Bucky's. "And someone was really on form with his mouth today."

Bucky grinned proudly, hooking his arms under her knees and around her back to lift her off the bed. The motion forced Steve to let go of her wrist, and his frown only deepened as they ignored his concerns. "What can I say? You bring out the best in me, Doll. Let's say we get a shower; I'll wash your back."

"Bucky..." his voice had that tone in it, the authoritative one he used on missions, the one that they didn't like him bringing home unless it was to play. He didn't mean to rain on their Sunday, he really wasn't, but he couldn't help the tightness in his shoulders or his concern for her. This wasn't the first time Y/N had been a little off.

The other man picked up how his friend was feeling, adjusting her in his arms a little when he realised he was pinching her a little between the plate of his arm. He understood why Steve was worried - Bucky had been the one who found her passed out on the bathroom floor a few nights prior. "Relax, Steve. I think we're done with morning sex."

"What about Second Breakfast Sex?" Y/N piped up, her arms around the man's neck and regarding Steve. She didn't like how the room was starting to feel heavy and hoped to show them that she was okay in hopes of alleviating some of it.

Steve ran his hand through his hair, combing through it to control some of the damp, wayward strands. He had to let this go - for now. "Alright..." he heaved a small sigh and smiled softly at them, "You get Gollum washed, and I'll start breakfast."

"Gollum?!" Came her indignant reply, Bucky laughed as she tried to explain the difference between Hobbits and Gollum to Steve as he carried her away. The brunette nodded along, reminding her that Steve was the artist and that Bucky was the reader.

Steve dried off properly and got dressed quickly so that he could start breakfast. The man stared into the fridge, his fingers drumming on the door until he decided to grab the giant tub of yoghurt and make something with fruit. The last thing they needed was him setting off the fire alarm again - he had no natural ability when it came to cooking. He peeled the oranges first, pulling apart the segments and cutting them into chunks; they were joined in a large bowl by grapes cut in half. By the time he had peeled a few bananas, he had an assistant.

"That's my top. It doesn't fit around your girly waist." Bucky snatched up a knife, twirling and flipping it until Steve slid the apples in his direction.

"Well done, you have working eyes." It wasn't the first or last time they would be wearing each other's clothing. "Where's Y/N"

He tossed the first apple into the bowl, watching Steve from his peripheral as he answered, "Told her to lay down 'til food was ready, she said she was feeling a little lightheaded." She had been feeling off for a few weeks, gradually getting a little worse and a little more frequently. "You've been watching her like a hawk, Stevie. What's got you in bodyguard mode?"

"A heart murmur." The knife Bucky was using hit the board a little harder, and Steve continued, "I know she said she picked up a bug at the conference, but I think she should see a doctor."

Bucky knew what Steve wanted immediately and tossed the rest of the fruit into the bowl, "… Shit, I hate your hearing sometimes. I've been trying - she's not as weak to my whims as you think." Y/N was more indulgent of the brunette; she was soft and reassuring toward him. Y/N spoiled him - though never if it was detrimental to his recovery. She could be hard on him too. "She told me to, and I quote, 'Take a chill pill, frosty'." Despite his mocking imitation of her, he was grinning.

"You think that's bad?" Steve asked, grabbing honey from the cupboard and three single bowls, "She wouldn't let me buy an iceberg lettuce at the store because it might give me nightmares."

"God," Bucky chuckled, "I love that girl."

"Love?" Steve blinked in surprise, still laying the table. He'd never heard Bucky say it quite so fondly, so honestly, and it made Steve stop and think. It really shouldn't have been all that shocking - they'd been together for nearly two years. What had started off as a one-night stand threesome had become a wonderfully intricate relationship. Though Bucky had always been a little more closed off when it came to his feelings, he still had so many doubts and fears haunting him. There were times he would step back from Steve and Y/N, try to discreetly extract himself from their dynamic, but it threw things off. It wouldn't work without Bucky.

It had to be the three of them or nothing.

Noting the long silence, the brunette tilted his head a little to regard his childhood friend, "Don't you?"

Again, Steve was quiet with his thoughts, adjusting a spoon unnecessarily before hearing Y/N walk onto the lino floor. She was wearing one of his button-ups and looked refreshed from her shower; seeing him looking at her, Y/N grinned at him. "Yeah…" the blonde threw at Bucky, "I think I do too."

-

Sunday was the day they had reserved to spend time together. They headed to the local mall after spending the morning relaxing, trading mission schedules and making plans to see Sam in Delacroix. Bucky was quick to pull Y/N out of the car when Steve stopped at a give way sign in the car park, "I'm not watching you park like a ninety-year-old man - meet us at the fountain when you're done."

"You're older than me." He returned Y/N's wave and left to find a spot.

Y/N found it a little odd that Bucky was hustling her into the elevator and practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. Though it could easily be the jazzy music playing on the overhead speaker that had him moving - he loved music. Well, dancing to music; with her. "What's the rush?" She asked when he took her hand in his gloved one and headed past the fountain towards the stores. "Uh, we're supposed to be meeting my boyfriend back there, Bucky."

"Yeah, but your favourite boyfriend has a mission." He threw her a smile over his shoulder, slowing a little when he realised she was practically jogging behind him. "I wanna buy you that lipstick before Stevie does." He recalled how she had gotten excited about it in a magazine, pointing out that it was the exact shade that matched some of her favourite clothes. He had loved how vibrant she looked talking about the rest of the range.

It wasn't even that she wore make up all of the time; work didn't really allow too much of it, and the two men usually had her sweating it off in no time. There was a bit of a line to get in, and she almost told Bucky not to bother - one pout of his perfect mouth killed her argument flat. He enjoyed giving her gifts the most. Gift giving and touch was how he spoke to her when he didn't know how to find the words. Whether it was from years of being masked and muzzled or that his mind was so fractured and damaged that he didn't know how to explain how much he adored her, Y/N really didn't know.

Steve was better with words. He used them all the time to praise her or to enthusiastically try to convince her - see argue - that something might not be in her best interest. Either way, she liked it.

Finally, inside, the loud music outside the shop drowned out and the aircon working; the couple headed over to the display, and Bucky immediately started searching the name tags. "Cherry Bomb or Pina Colada?" He'd likely get her both. "Doll?" Turning in a smooth one-eighty, Bucky searched the aisle for her, certain she had been behind him after he had released her hand. A few steps forward, and she came into view - staring off into space at the eyeliners, "Y/N? Staring is kinda my thing."

Instantly she perked up and looked at him, pretending she had heard a single word he had said, "Yes."

"Great," he leaned against the shelves and looked her up and down with a sly grin, "Because me and Stevie have been dying to try anal."

Her eyes widened, "Wait, what?"

It would have been funny if it didn't worry him so much, "You didn't hear a damn thing, did ya?"

Y/N's hand came up to the side of her neck to rest, her lips pulling into a strained line that was supposed to be a smile. Not much different from his when he was trying to be polite and not stab someone. "I'm pretty sure you didn't proposition my ass in the middle of a store. Other than that... I zoned out." Before he could voice his concerns, she pointed at the tubes in his right hand, "What did you find for me?"

Steve was waiting at the fountain for them. Two bags by his feet and his concentration firmly on his phone to avoid the giggling girls 'discreetly' taking photos of him and adding them to their Snapchat. He was used to being a hashtag by now. When he felt familiar arms wrap around his, he smiled and leaned down to receive a kiss from Y/N - taking a sort of joy in the complaints from his admirers, "Are they leaving?"

She nodded, "They've gone to mend their broken hearts and talk shit about me on the internet." Now that she had rescued him and Bucky had settled on her left side, elbows resting on the edge of the fountain as he glared out at the world - they needed to work on his 'resting stare face' - she kissed his cheek. this one not for show. "Bucky was mean to me."

"Why, how much did he spend on you, Babydoll?" Bucky being 'mean' to her was usually her way of complaining that he hadn't let her use her own money to buy things. "Or rather," baby blue eyes looked over her head to meet steel blue, watching the other's tongue run over his lip smugly, "What did he buy you?"

"Lipstick."

"You bastard." They had agreed to buy her something each from her favourite range.

Bucky's grin was wicked, "Language, Cap." Then he pointed at the man, "And you know for a fact that I was conceived in wedlock."

The woman waited for them to finish their chat, used to them sniping at one another in a way only close friends really could. Some people didn't get it; they thought the two were like a bickering old couple - and in a way, they were. She didn't know many best friends that didn't insult the other. She knew plenty that got defensive if someone spoke out of turn to their friend though. "Can I see?" Steve asked and waited for her to take the lipstick tube out of the small bag Bucky had unwillingly let her carry. He opened it up, the cap making a satisfying pop as he did, and tipped her face up, "Stay still for me, Honey."

It went on smoothly, the texture buttery against her lips as Steve glided it over. Something about Steve doing her makeup always made her heart flutter and sent needy little butterflies into her belly. "You know he's gonna try contouring your face next, right?" Bucky's voice invaded the private moment, "When I left him in Brooklyn, he was a hundred pounds of 'fight me' and didn't know a mascara brush from a toilet brush. Then he waltzes into Austria - two hundred and sixty pounds. Wearing tights and giving skincare advice."

Y/N laughed, "What happened?"

"I joined the army." Came Steves straight-faced reply; it sent all three into a fit of giggles that had Mall security looking concerned.

-

Steve and Bucky waited outside the women's toilets, both in different states of anxiousness. Steve was pacing back and forth, hands on his hips and glancing toward the door every few minutes. Bucky was sat on the bench with his knee bouncing and his fingers locked together as he stared at the faux marble floor.

For almost two blissful hours, the trio had been enjoying their downtime, and then their girl had listed to one side, caught by Steve, and then become nauseous. It took effort not to march into the women's restroom to help her, but the Mall first-aider insisted she would deal with it. And when Y/N finally came out, looking utterly drained and barely holding herself up, they took her to the nearest pharmacy - unwilling to listen to her protests.

"I don't like it, Buck." The blonde was pacing again; this time, they waited outside the pharmacy. After she had been taken into the back for a consultation. "I don't want to argue with her, but this..."

He nodded absently, staring at the floor and swallowing down the knot forming in his throat, "I know."

Nothing more was said other than their words of concern when Y/N came out waving some medication and insisting it was 'just a bug'. She didn't tell them that despite her absolute insistence that it was medically impossible, the pharmacist insisted on her buying a pregnancy test.

Steve and Bucky were theoretically sterile, and she had an implant - that was a little out of date.