zimnij_soldat | Everyone Into the Pool! [RP for thecanarylives and chernaya_vdova

Sara had arrived an hour or so before them both to get the room ready. Stock the fridge with both alcohol and Gatorade - they'd need their fluids for the marathon she had planned - as well as mood music, candles, whatever she thought might help him ease into what she and Nat had been scheming for a while now.

Nat arrived next, about a half hour before Bucky, and the two had enjoyed laying out the bag of goodies Nat had brought to play before trying on the lingerie Sara brought to the party. Black for Sara and red for Nat, of course. They're in the middle of fastening the garters and accessories on each other's outfits when he enters, and Sara flashes him a grin as the door clicks shut behind him.

"Hey, handsome. You're right on time."

Seriously, by the time James arrives, the place looks like a porn set. There are so many toys and tools and implements that even Natasha finds herself wondering if three people could even get to using all of them in under a week, let alone the weekend they've reserved the room for. (Well, actually, they've secured most of the surrounding rooms, as well, as a courtesy to other guests. Because of the noise. And banging. And other things.)

Getting dressed took much longer than normal, since Natasha couldn't help but keep ogling Sara as she took off her clothes, and then slipped into the lingerie. And she did more than look, too-- pinching, stroking, caressing, stealing kisses. She was being very unruly, and was loving every moment of it. Eventually, she does manage to get kitted up in the outfit Sara had picked out (a merrywidow, which she laughed at forever).

Which is the perfect cue for their boy to arrive. The flabbergasted look on his handsome face is absolutely priceless. "Come on in, James. As you can tell, we've been expecting you."

Edited 2016-07-11 18:49 (UTC)

He's been knocked unconscious a few times, but he's pretty certain he's never actually been stunned, but that is definitely a good word for the way he's feeling now, opening a door to find his girlfriend and his ex-girlfriend standing in a hotel room, dressed like a Victoria's Secret catalog and smiling at him like it's the most natural thing in the world.

Before he even realizes it, he's taken several steps into the room, and he takes a look around. He barely even recognizes half of the... items... that are scattered around the place, but it's clear that the room has been turned into a sexual play room. Or maybe more aptly, a kind of arena, if he knows the two women standing before him.

Two women who are making his cock hard just standing there looking like they are. Finally, he turns to Sara and finds his voice. "So... you did more than just make the suggestion, I see?"

That dumbfounded look on James's face is one she'all have to commit to memory. The outfit she's wearing might look familiar to him - it'a the black corset ensemble with the fishnet garters she'd modeled for him in the dressing room not long ago. She brought the other ones along for good measure, though how they're going to get through all the goodies she and Nat brought for this particular adventure, she's not entirely sure.

Still, she skips over to James and places a kiss on his lips, almost as chaste as if she were a housewife greeting him home from work. Taking both his hands, she tugs him further into the room.

"To be fair, I did make the suggestion. And then we kind of went overboard with it."

Natasha puts one hand on a cocked hip and waits for the other two to make it over towards the bed. "What can I say? Your girlfriend is very good at inspiring all kinds of things. By the way..." She sashays over to them, putting just a little extra sway into her walk for both their benefit, and rises up on her toes to kiss him on the cheek.

"Hello again. And may I take this opportunity to point out you have an amazing girlfriend for setting this up for you and if you don't treat her right, you'll lose a more precious appendage than your arm."

With a giggle, she turns back to Sara. "So, where should we start? Maybe a little refreshment and entertainment?"

He does indeed recognize Sara's outfit, and it definitely reminds him of how much it had sparked his imagination the first time. Following Sara's lead, he moves deeper into the room, still reeling, which he's thinking is a sensation that will last for a while.

When Natasha struts up to him, he can't help but stare, and then feel even more dumbfounded by the affection. He hasn't touched her in ages except to fight, so his world is rocking pretty significantly.

At her words, he turns to the women. "Please tell me there's some alcohol, because I think I'm going to need it."

Sara's cheshire grin spreads from ear to ear, her gaze momentarily taken by the sway of Nat's hips as she makes her way to James. He's completely and entirely stunned, as she expected, and though she's sure it won't wear off for a while, she's also certain a little liquor couldn't hurt to wear it down.

"He needs vodka," she laughs. "Nat, you mind pouring us a few? I'll... get him comfortable."

She shoots James an impish smile as she guides him to a chair, easing his jacket off him and tossing it on a nearby table.

"You remember our deal, right? Any of us say stop, we stop. No questions asked."

Natasha smirks. "Not at all." She leans over and kisses him on the cheek again. "And in case you're wondering," she whispers to James, "she got the same speech. I'm making it my mission to make sure you two work out."

With that same wiggle in her step, she heads over to the bar while Sara gets him settled in. She pours three shots of frigid cold vodka and carries the glasses and bottle over to where the other two are.

"Agreed," she drawls in response to Sara. "Not that I expect that to happen, of course." Setting down the glasses and bottle, she looks at the blonde. "Make sure he's got a good view of the TV," she reminds her.

Natasha's little postscript actually pulls a smile out of him. The idea of having the Black Widow play cupid for the two of them is more amusing than anything he's ever heard, but at the same time the way she says "mission" lets him know she means business.

He lets Sara maneuver him into the chair and obligingly slides out of his jacket, leaving him in a t-shirt, jeans, and boots. He sits, and frowns a little at Natasha's words.

"TV? I didn't think you two got all this together just to sit around and watch Netflix or something." Still, whatever they've got cooking is probably going to be worth it somehow, so he reaches for one of the glasses of vodka.

Sara sinks to her knees in front of him, flashing him that impish grin again as Nat pours their drinks.

"I doubt they'd allow this video on Netflix," she murmurs, tugging his boots and socks off for him and tossing them aside before she grabs the remote and boots up the video. "Call it... the pre-show."

She shoots Nat a wink as the video gets started, busying herself with his belt and keeping watch for his reaction.

With a laugh, Natasha intercepts the glass that James had been reaching for and stands behind him. She puts her hand on the side of his face and tilts it up to her. "Open wide, James," she sings before pouring the shot into his mouth then following it with a kiss.

That done, she turns his head back towards the TV before sliding her hand down the front of his shirt to grope his chest-- not that there's much room, considering the way his physique is stretching the shirt out. Which isn't a complaint either.

She watches him as he watches the video of the two of them walking into this same hotel room and attacking each other, all from her purse's point of view. Natasha leans down and whispers into his ear. "Brace yourself, Bucky. Those girls look like they're going to get up to some very naughty hijinks."

The cold of the drink and the burn of the vodka is very welcome, as it somehow manages to relax him and sharpen his thoughts at the same time. For the moment, it looks like he's pretty much somewhere between Sara and Natasha's guest and plaything, and honestly, he can't see anything to complain about it.

When the video starts, his eyes flick from the screen to the room, recognizing it immediately, followed by quickly catching on to the two women who were kissing and groping each other like they were starving for one another. His brain breaks just a little.

Sara had told him. Natasha had confirmed it. But there's video. And clothes are flying and body parts are tangling, and a few inches away from where Sara is kneeling in front of him, his cock lurches awake at the sight of it all.

"Oh my God..."

Nat oozes that sex appeal out of every pore, just like she remembers. It might be a little strange, watching a woman like that teasing and kissing her boyfriend, but after the night that happened in this room all those years ago, she's fairly sure they're past all that.

Right now, she's more focused on watching James. He's still tense as hell - but they'd take care of that soon enough - but luckily he's also very quickly getting riled up. Good.

She hums a content laugh as the realization sinks onto his features, her hands busying themselves with unzipping his jeans and freeing his straining cock from its confines and stroking him slowly.

"Keep watching, Sergeant. Gets even better."

She and Sara haven't had the talk yet, and maybe they never will, but Natasha knows very well where she stands. A long time ago, in another life, she and James were something special, and she isn't going to lie and say she doesn't miss those days a little. But the world has changed, and she recognizes just what he and Sara have, and she's happy for them, genuinely.

And if she gets to be a friend-with-great-benefits to him-- or actually, to both of them, considering how much she likes Sara-- then Natasha figures it's a win on every side.

A loud groan from the TV that Natasha only recognizes as herself from watching the video, it's that wild and guttural, pulls her from her thoughts. She glances down to see that Sara's freed James' cock, and licking her own lips, she works the man's shirt free. "Sara tastes so good," she purrs in James' ear. "Don't you think?"

On his end of things, the fact that they've arranged all this convinces him that they've worked out whatever they need to work out between them, and the two women are good with sharing him. He, obviously, has no objections. His hesitation is completely born of shock, although Sara's slow, soft stroking is relieving that.

And the show on the screen? Well, it's making the cock in his girlfriend's hand swell and twitch every time he sees her and Natasha colliding in the past. "Holy shit," he whispers, "I've never seen anything like it." He never really considered just what it would look like for the two most sexually dynamic women he's ever met to get together. Now he knows.

Okay, maybe she's getting a kick out of watching Nat tease at James. They're already having far too much fun breaking him in - and the fun's barely even begun. Her fist pumps slowly, tantalizingly up and down his length, relishing in the way it throbs as he gets more and more turned on.

"If you like that, you're gonna love the live show," she murmurs before dipping her head in to give his head a long, slow suck.

And that's her cue. Natasha kisses him on the cheek once more, then moves around to kneel next to Sara. She pauses, watching the blonde's mouth slide down the length of James' cock and the sight makes something hot and wild curl inside her. It's a fight to keep from taking her own turn sucking on that yummy looking shaft, but she manages, pulling Sara away from it as well.

"Don't rush him, honey-- remember, we need him to last a while. First, though, the proper motivation." She takes Sara's face in her hands and pulls the other woman to her for a searing, hungry kiss, tilting her head to deepen it, her tongue sliding against Sara's.

He lets out a slow, shuddering groan as Sara's mouth moves down his cock. Although the warm, wet heat of her mouth is familiar, that doesn't make it any less spectacular every time she sucks on him. His eyes flicker between her and the screen, but then Natasha's moving. The sight of them both kneeling in front of him brings a sharp inhale. God, he's a lucky man.

There's another noise, this one a little disappointed, as Natasha pulls Sara away, but watching the red hot kiss they share next keeps his attention sharp and his dick hard. On the screen, the women are locked together, bodies tangled and writhing. "So how long did you two go at it? And more importantly, how long is your pre-show?"

Sara's hands stay wrapped around James's cock even as Nat pulls her away, her strokes slow and steady as she grins against Nat's kiss. A low hum on her lips, she drops her jaw to take Nat's tongue, teasing it with hers before dipping in to suck softly on it.

The sound's low on the recording, but she can hear her and Nat's moans and cursing starting to build as their pussies grind against each other, hot and slick. Nipping at Nat's lip, she casts a glance back to James, shrugging innocently.

"A while. The whole night, and then some. But if you think you're ready to skip to the live show, I guess we can get started. What do you think, Nat?" She turns back to the redhead, one hand releasing James to graze over the swell of her breast.

Natasha looks over at the action on the screen and feels her pussy throb just remembering what it had felt like to scissor like that with Sara. She takes a deep breath to calm herself down, otherwise she might just start ripping clothes and fucking whoever she lands on first.

Not that it sounds like a bad plan, it's just not the plan.

She arches her back to press her breast into Sara's hand. "Why make him choose? Let it play," Natasha says, pulling Sara up to her feet with her and leading the other woman to lay with her on the bed. The kissing starts again, this time in earnest, and it's Natasha's turn to start groping Sara's chest.

He opens his mouth to agree wholeheartedly with Natasha's sentiment, but he stays quiet. At least for the moment, he's just expected to be a spectator. But with the view he's got to pick from, there's nothing in the world he can complain about.

Soon, both women are on the bed, making out intensely and feeling each other up. It's not that difficult to decide to keep his attention mostly on the two living, breathing-- and now, moaning-- women on the bed beside him rather than the recorded action on the screen, but occasional glances over to the TV coupled with the noise of their past encounter filling the room, it's a fine mix.

James leans back in the chair, fingers idly resting on his cock, not wanting to let it soften at all, but not wanting to waste any of his stamina on his hand, either.

The League may have taught her patience, but she's fairly sure they didn't have this in mind during the lessons. Her whole body is aching to feel Nat's slick, writhing body against hers again, driven further by the sharp staccato of her own moans coming from the video in the background.

She casts James a grin before she lets Nat lead her away and towards the bed, dissolved quickly to soft moans and kisses and wandering hands. Grinning on Nat's lips, she forces herself to keep the show slow - to tease the bodice of Nat's corset open, trail kisses down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, down the dramatic slope of her breasts to suck at one of her nipples.

Natasha gasps as Sara's mouth closes over her nipples, one hand immediately moving to the back of the blonde's head while arching her back to press even more of her breast at her. The feel of Sara's body against hers is shockingly familiar after all this time, although looking at the video, she certainly did plenty of exploring of it.

Her free hand starts unlacing Sara's corset while turning her head to look over at James, smiling like a satisfied cat. "She has... such a wonderful mouth, doesn't she, James? I'm looking forward to you watching her use it on me some more." When she gets the black lingerie loose enough, she starts caressing and teasing Sara's breast in turn, moaning lightly as her leg slips between the other woman's thighs.

It's not like a porn video. It's so much better. Not only from the aspect of watching it live, but knowing both of the women involved, seeing the astonishing amount of pleasure they're both experiencing? That's what makes it amazing, and the idea that they'll eventually turn all that heat towards him is unthinkably arousing.

"She does," he replies to Natasha. Then, hesitantly, he adds, "and I'm looking forward to feeling yours, too." His eyes immediately turn to Sara, hopeful that she's okay with him talking dirty to her already.

Sara's hands wander the curves of Nat's body, her lips continuing to press kisses and suckle at her breasts. It's a strange kind of nostalgia, the muscle memory coming back after all these years - what spots made her moan the most, what moves made her the wettest.

Shedding the lacy top of her outfit, she tosses it over the side of the bed, leaving her in the underwear and stockings. She spreads her legs for Nat, instinctively starting to grind her hips against her leg and glancing over to shoot James a grin.

"Mm, I can't wait to feel her again, too," she murmurs, hand threading through Nat's hair. "She knows just what to do with her tongue, doesn't she?"

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