A/N: Aaaaand here we have my latest foray into short and fun little AUs :D this particular (at least) two-parter came about due mainly to my HUGE need to write something a bit more fun and a lot less angsty than what I've been writing, what with the trial stuff going on in Life After Death and then something else that I have in the works for the future which is like Angst Central SO, needless to say, I needed a break lol. And then THIS happened :D As the summary says, part one of this story is Bucky/Summer, which... I think everyone knows by now I literally CANNOT stop writing and I can't help it, and part two is Loki/Aemilia, a couple some of you might know from my older story Ruin :D both of my little made-up universes are smushed together for this little AU, and everybody's human and living in New York lol. I hope you guys like it :) I'll be posting part two when it's finished, which should be in no more than just a few days, so if you like this first part (and Loki :p) then definitely keep an eye out for that :D For now, thank you guys in advance for reading and please review, for better or worse :D My huge, huge, undying thanks to midnightwings96 for encouraging me and helping me to come up with stuff that I LOVE to write, and always making time for me and me stuff and generally being the best person ever :D I'll see you guys for part two, and I hope you all like this! :D
And P.S. I am in no way endorsing or supporting or otherwise putting my personal stamp of approval on prostitution or the many forms of it, and nor am I trying to glorify male prostitution. This is all for fun and hopefully nobody takes it too seriously, because I'm not. If it turns into a longer story with more than just two parts, I'll examine everything a lot more deeply, but until then, it's just meant for fun :D
In the middle of an otherwise quiet restaurant nestled in the heart of New York City, an online columnist named Summer choked on the cocktail that she was sipping on and proceeded to have a violent and loud coughing fit. Every head in the room turned to look at her as she sputtered and coughed over and over, her face red and eyes wide enough to cause enough concern that her server came over to ask her if she was okay.
After giving a weak thumbs up and taking a sip of water to calm down the coughing, Summer turned her eyes on her two extremely amused friends and half-gasped, "You guys did what?"
Natasha grinned and took a drink of her own drink. "Told you she'd have a meltdown."
Ignoring the other woman's comment, Aemilia held up her hands non-threateningly and said, "Now, darling, relax, all right? Just hear us out."
"Hear you out?" Summer hissed in scandalized disbelief. "I told you I wanted a fricking gift card for my birthday and you got me a... a... oh my God."
As Summer sat back in her seat and covered her mortified face with her hands, Natasha rolled her eyes and shared a grin with Aemilia. Aemilia then let out a small, sympathetic sigh and leaned across the table towards Summer. "Well, Summer, you are now officially 26 years old and... well... you're a bit..."
"Overly picky and more sexually deprived than my 86 year old widowed neighbor," Natasha finished for Aemilia. When Summer brought down her hands to glare at her, Natasha merely shrugged and said, "It's true. My neighbor hosts very late 'bingo' games."
Summer made a face at that visual, then shook her head and said, "I'm fine! I mean yeah, okay sure, it's been awhile since I've had a good date, or... did... things, but..."
"Darling," Aemilia said gently, "you are in such dire need of being touched that the last time we got drunk together you begged me to have sex with you."
Summer widened her eyes and squeaked, "We agreed to never speak of that again!"
Aemilia blinked slowly. "I know and I'm sorry, but all I mean to say is -"
"You need this," Natasha said. "And we paid a small fortune to get you our little gift."
Summer gestured nervously with her hands and said, "Your little gift being... a..."
"... Very high end, very hot male escort," Natasha smirked before finishing her drink.
Summer felt like she was going to explode into a thousand tiny pieces of eternal embarrassment all over the restaurant floor. She then whispered, "I can't have sex with a stranger! And he's a... a... a hooker! What if he's got diseases or -"
"First of all," Aemilia said, "he's not a hooker. These men don't walk the streets at night. The escort service is very classy and confidential, and do you really think we would set you up with a man who would give you a disease?"
"They do frequent mandatory testing. Like porn stars," Natasha smiled. "I asked. But everything will be completely safe anyway. I made sure your hotel room was stocked with condoms. The heavy duty ones."
Summer made a sound similar to that of a dying seal and dropped her face to the table. "Oh my God. You guys hate me."
"No, dear, we love you," Aemilia smiled, patting her head. "And before you outright refuse... I do have a picture. Would you like to see?"
Summer paused before snapping her head up. "A picture?"
As Aemilia smiled and grabbed her phone, Natasha said, "We know you pretty well by now, so we were able to handpick the perfect guy for your tastes."
Summer was skeptical. "I'm not really sure that -"
Aemilia held up her phone, and Summer looked at it and fell silent mid-sentence.
They weren't kidding about the whole perfect for her tastes thing. From what she could see of the man, he looked vaguely like he'd stepped straight out of the vault in her mind where she kept the blueprints to "Summer's ideal hot guy" locked up. The photo wasn't a full body shot, but...
She blinked and marveled, "Oh."
"Yes," Aemilia grinned. "Oh indeed."
Aemilia then snatched her phone away, and Summer blinked. "Hey! I wasn't done looking yet."
"You'll have plenty of time to... look later," Aemilia grinned, putting her phone back into her clutch and retrieving something else. "Now. This is your room key."
Summer took the little card from her friend with a blush. "Oh God."
"As I said, your room is already booked and ready, and you will check in under an alias. He's going to be there at nine."
Summer's eyes got huge. "Nine?! But it's eight right now! I'm not ready to - frick! I'm not ready to bang anyone! For God's sake, I'm not even wearing matching underwear! I'm wearing a fricking leopard print bra and Batman underwear!"
Aemilia cracked up at that, and Natasha made a face before chuckling and saying, "Well, that's an easy fix. Just ditch the underwear before he shows up. Problem solved."
Summer groaned, her complexion again resembling that of a tomato. "I can't do this. I can't! I don't care how hot he is."
"Summer," Aemilia began, "come on, darling. There's nothing wrong with doing this. It's harmless. You have been so deprived for so long, and the only men you've ever let yourself get close to have been utter pricks who cared nothing for you. Or your pleasure."
Summer squirmed at just the word pleasure. "I know, but -"
"I know it's outside of your comfort zone," Aemilia said. "I do. But you work so hard and you're so giving and selfless all of the time. You deserve a night that's all about you and what you want."
"You really do," Natasha agreed. "And besides, this guy comes with a satisfaction guarantee."
Aemilia sighed. "I'm not sure that's particularly helpful at the moment, Nat."
Summer simply let out a deep breath and shook her head. "I just... you know, I'm kind of nervous about... sex anyway, just because of the way it's always been before for me, so... I mean, what if I can't... y'know... make it work? Like... work?"
"Well that's part of the advantage of doing it with a stranger, I suppose," Aemilia mused. "There's really no pressure. He doesn't know you, you don't know him. You can just... be yourself and let it happen naturally. And besides, they really do send their escorts with a guarantee."
"Like a... money back guarantee?" Summer asked, eyes slightly wide. When both of her friends shrugged to the affirmative, she said, "So it's like... Walmart. But for sex."
"Oh no," Natasha said, aghast. "More like Fifth Avenue. We would never subject you to Walmart-level escorts."
"But seriously," Summer said. "What if I can't... you know..." Unable to say the word, she mimed a bomb detonating with her hands.
"Orgasm?" Natasha guessed, and Summer blushed even more deeply and nodded hurriedly. "Honey, that's literally what these guys get paid for. You will be perfectly fine."
"What if I'm not?"
Aemilia and Natasha glanced at each other and then turned back to her, Aemilia gently telling her, "I love you, Summer, but you need to stop thinking and just enjoy yourself for once in your life. That's our gift to you this year, and you need it. You truly do."
They were right, and Summer knew it. She did need it, and even though she was scandalized and shocked and all of those things, she was also unbearably excited and intrigued at the very idea of what was suddenly at her fingertips. She thought of the man's picture, his handsome face and dark hair and the fact that he was probably very very good at his job, and the next thing she knew, she was glancing at Aemilia and asking, "Can I see that picture again?"
Aemilia smiled and happily obliged, retrieving her phone and pulling up the photo before handing the phone to Summer. "He is cute, isn't he?"
Cute wasn't even the word. "What's his name?" she asked, staring at the picture and wondering if he'd look that good in real life.
Natasha chuckled. "It's Bucky. Which is ridiculous. What kind of name is that?"
"Bucky?" Summer repeated, still examining the picture. "That is weird. But it kind of... suits him. Maybe."
The two other girls shared a look, and then Aemilia asked, "Does that mean you'll do it?"
Summer paused, looking up at her friends and finding herself unable to stop the grin from spreading across her face. She handed the phone back to Aemilia and smacked both her hands on her face before nodding, sealing her fate. Both of her friends laughed and cheered quietly in celebration, and just like that, Summer knew there was no going back.
She didn't know what the hell she had just gotten herself into, but if this escort looked as good in person as he did in his picture and was in fact a pro at his job... then, well, why the hell not?
Aemilia and Natasha wasted no time in quickly paying the bill and getting Summer to her fancy hotel in time for her date. They did what they could to keep her calm as she checked in and then made her way up to her suite, which came with its own hefty price tag. Summer couldn't believe how much the two women had spent on her, and for just one night. One thing was for sure - they definitely loved the crap out of her.
Time was running short, however, and they left her alone in her suite with about ten minutes before Bucky was scheduled to arrive. They gave her hugs and words of encouragement before they left, and once they were gone, Summer found herself eyeing the champagne sitting in an ice bucket in the room like it was a lifeline.
She ended up downing one flute of champagne as she waited, wandering around the suite and trying to distract herself so she wouldn't chicken out and escape through a window. The hotel was incredibly nice, better than anything she'd ever been able to afford on her own, and the bed and the furnishings all reeked of luxury. But despite how lovely it all was, it didn't stop her from getting distracted and retreating to the bathroom to give herself a very thorough once over.
She knocked back the rest of her champagne and then brushed her teeth with the tiny tube of toothpaste and plastic-wrapped toothbrush that was provided. She then fluffed her long and wavy almost-black hair, deciding that it would do and then turning her critical eye to her face. She'd kept her makeup simple that night, thinking she was just going out for a simple birthday dinner with her friends, and this was not how she would have looked had she known that she was going to be... well... entertaining a visitor. Or more accurately, having a visitor entertain her.
She turned away from the mirror not entirely happy with her reflection, trying not to think about it and smoothing out the short blue dress that she was wearing. The dress was good, at least, hugging her body just right and showing off the parts of herself that she felt best about. But it was in the midst of being thankful for her wardrobe choice that she suddenly remembered her underwear dilemma, with only two minutes leftuntil 8.
She chewed her lip and wondered if she should take Natasha's advice or not. If she left them on, it wouldn't be the end of the world - they were lacy and pretty, but they were also just... black and yellow and embellished with a bat symbol on the front.
She sighed, cursing under her breath and then biting the bullet, pulling up her dress so she could yank the stupid underwear off. She felt like a filthy little slut doing it, but she was at least aware of her irrationality and was able to ignore it. She looked down at the offended underwear in her hand and then jumped with terror when she heard a knock on her door.
Her eyes flew to the clock next to the bed; it was 8 o'clock on the dot. She gulped and then started to panic.
He was there. And she was just standing there like an idiot in the middle of the room, holding her underwear stupidly in her hands and wondering if she'd die if she jumped from the window and hit the pavement.
Then he knocked again, and she managed to snap out of her terrified trance and ran to her purse, shoved the underwear down into it, and then ran to the door.
She stopped to take a deep breath before reaching for the door handle. Once she did, deciding that it was then or never, she pulled on the handle and then opened the door to find the single most attractive man she'd ever seen in person waiting on the other side.
His picture didn't do him justice. He was tall and amazingly attractive and he smiled immediately, his bright blue eyes taking her in and sweeping over her slightly stunned self as he asked just to make sure, "Summer?"
She blinked when she heard his voice and blurred, "Summer. Yeah. That's me. I'm Summer. Hi."
His smile became an amused little grin. "Hi. I'm Bucky."
She almost melted right there on the spot. He was dressed in leather pants - leather pants, her brain screamed at her - and a grayish shirt under a black peacoat, and he wore it all so well that she just stood there staring for a moment before she caught herself and said. "Oh, come in. I'm sorry. Come in."
"It's okay," he assured her, the smile never leaving his face as he walked in after she stepped aside. She closed the door with her suddenly shaky hand, fairly sure that she was going to die, and then she turned around in time to watch him shed his coat. As it turned out, his arms were something to look at, too.
It was as she began staring again that he looked at her and then said, "So... I hear it's your birthday, Summer."
It was worth the money just to hear him say her name, as far as she was concerned. "Yeah! Yeah. Um... I'm 26 today, so... late twenties, officially. Yay."
He grinned at her, his eyes briefly sweeping over her again, and she couldn't help but get the impression that he liked what he saw. "Well, happy birthday. Has it been a good one so far?"
She nodded, unaware that she was fidgeting on her feet and playing nervously with her fingers. "Yeah, yeah, it has been. Kind of got a big shock over dinner, but, um..."
He took in the clear, glaringly obvious signs of her anxiety and said, "Yeah... you're nervous, I can tell."
"Oh, um, well it's just that -"
"You've never done this before," he finished for her, a touch of a grin still on his pretty face. "I know. And it's okay. Why don't we just sit and have a drink, and... talk for awhile?"
She nodded so fast it almost made him laugh. "Yeah, let's do that."
She was like a doll on a string, all wound up and tight and nervous as she fluttered over to the room's sitting area and grabbed the champagne on her way there. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her mind was racing, already picking herself apart and criticizing herself for what little she'd said to him, and the night hadn't even yet begun.
She sat on one end of the little couch at the center of the suite, in front of a TV that was turned off, and when Bucky followed, he sat next to her - not too close to make her even more nervous, but so far away as to be strange considering what they both knew he was there for. She poured them both flutes of champagne, carefully handing him his and not letting their fingers touch as she smiled at him and said, "So..."
Her brilliant conversation starter made him chuckle. "So... tell me what you do, Summer."
She wanted to sigh every time he said her name. She took a quick sip of her flute and then said, "Well, I write a weekly column for an online news magazine."
"Oh. You're a writer," he replied, seemingly genuinely interested. "Have I read anything of yours?"
"Maybe?" she shrugged, smiling. "Probably not. We're still pretty small right now, but... we're growing, slowly but surely. I dabble in other stuff to help pay the bills. I'd like to eventually write for the Times, but... you know. That'll take awhile." She smiled again and then almost asked what he did before she realized how incredibly stupid of a question that would have been.
"Yeah. You live here in the city?"
She nodded. "Yep. Five years now. You?"
He nodded. "Brooklyn. Lived there my whole life."
"Oh! You don't have much of an accent," she pointed out, feeling a little more at ease the more she drank and the more they talked, so long as she didn't focus on how blue his eyes were or how pink and perfect his lips were.
"Well, it comes out every once in awhile," he shrugged. "Where are you from originally? I'm picking some kind of accent up, but I can't tell where from."
"Virginia," she smiled. "Which I don't miss at all."
"Yeah? City girl?" he grinned, and she couldn't help but glance at his legs when he crossed one over the other. Leather was a good look on him.
"Pretty much, yeah. And I've made some really great friends here and it's just... become home, you know?" He nodded like he really did know, and she paused for a moment before observing on a whim, "You're good at keeping this small talk going and distracting me so I don't freak out."
His smile returned full force and he even let out a short laugh. "Yeah, you caught me."
She blushed with faint embarrassment and said, "I'm sorry, I'm just... I'm really nervous, honestly, and I don't even know how this usually works or what to expect, and..."
"That's okay," he said seriously, moving just barely closer to her on the couch, still holding his own untouched champagne. "Really, it is, and look, the last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable. I can tell this is very new for you."
"Very," she said with wide eyes, and he smiled at her like he found her to be incredibly cute.
"Okay. Well, first of all, just to put this out there - if you want to cancel, you can. If you don't want to do this or you're just too nervous, say the word and I'll go. Say the word at any point tonight and I'll go. That's the whole point of this. You're the boss. You're in control. I'm here for you."
He said those words in a way that was so sincere and honest that it took her by surprise. His last sentence also sent a shiver down her spine. "Oh. Okay."
"And as far as what to expect... that's up to you, too," he said, voice dropping just barely lower but enough to send a thrill through her veins. "It's not like there's really any rules or... instructions. Like I said... it's all about you."
She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry, and she nodded seriously at him for all of a few seconds before she smiled and, to her dismay, burst into a fit of giggles. His eyebrows went up and he smiled at her, and one might have thought that he'd never encountered a girl quite like her before.
"I'm sorry," she said, covering her mouth to try to contain the giggles. "Oh God, I really am. I just can't help it. I just... I feel like such an idiot."
"Aw, don't feel like that," he said, leaning forward and setting his drink down before leaning closer to her, still at a comfortable distance but close enough now that she caught a whiff of his scent. He smelled good, like leather and something minty and the nighttime air that he'd come in from. "I understand why you're nervous, I do. But for what it's worth, I think you're beautiful and that you have nothing to feel embarrassed about."
She blinked in surprise, finding his words much more warming than she probably should have. "Really?"
He smiled in a way that told her that yes, he did mean those words and he wasn't saying them just because he was getting paid to make her happy. "Yeah."
She sighed, looking away from him to stare at the much safer visual of the glass in her hand. "I just... this is kind of hard for me, because I don't really have the best track record with... this sort of thing."
"Sex?"
She kept her eyes averted, nodding and refusing to acknowledge what it did to her just hearing him say that word to her. "Yeah. Mostly just because I've never... um... I've never slept with a guy who was any good at it, really."
She dared to peek at him then. He nodded, expression back to being serious as he asked, "Were they just selfish, or... worse?"
"Just selfish," she nodded. "They never hurt me or anything. They just..."
"Never made you feel good?" he guessed.
She felt her cheeks heat up again as she nodded, looking away again. "Yeah, basically."
The room was silent for a moment until Bucky's voice broke through the quiet, lower than before. "So tell me what you like."
Oh God. Her heart suddenly pounding in her chest all over again, she bit her lip and still tried to not look at him as she smiled nervously and replied, "Um... see, that's the thing. I don't really know because I've never had the chance to really find out."
He was quiet, contemplative as he looked her up and down, able to do so and take his time since she was stubbornly looking at anything but him. "I can work with that. Maybe I can help you find out what you do like."
She smiled, trying to figure out how to answer that when suddenly his hand was covering hers, the touch sending little sparks up her arm as he gently pried her flute out of her grip. As it turned out, the flute had been empty for awhile and she was still clutching it like it was full. She finally turned her eyes on him, heart hammering harder at his proximity and the way that he looked so fearlessly and directly into her eyes. Then he pulled away just enough to set down her glass, and he settled back in at her side. She could breathe again, but he was closer now, much closer than when they had first sat down on the couch.
"Uh... what were we talking about again?" she asked, genuinely unable to remember.
He grinned a little, licking his lips before he spoke, and she watched his tongue briefly roll over his lips like it was nothing less than porn. "We were talking about what you like. Do you maybe... have any requests? Anything you want to try? Any... kinks or ideas you think you might like?"
If she blushed any harder, her face might catch fire. "Oh my God. Um... uh... you know, I think that I'd have a heart attack if we did anything like... that. I think maybe just... the basics?"
He nodded, his damn grin as present as ever. "The basics are good. I like the basics."
She smiled back, feeling like she might start giggling again just before she then blurted, "But I don't know if I want to actually... have sex. Like... I'm not sure that I'd be comfortable with that."
He didn't look surprised in the least, nor any less understanding. "That's fine. Like I said, you're the boss here. Don't be afraid to tell me what you want, or what you don't want."
She let out a breath she hadn't known that she was holding, surprised that taking that off the table was such a weight from her shoulders. She still wasn't exactly at ease, however, but she told herself to stop trying to avoid his gaze and just... go with the flow for once. So she did, looking up into his eyes and feeling her stomach flutter at the way that he was looking at her from only a number of inches away.
He surprised her then by looking down at her lips and then back up at her eyes before he murmured, "You really are beautiful."
There was another violent flutter in her belly, and she bit her lip as she asked, "Do you say that to all of your... clients?"
He shook his head. "Only when I mean it."
She looked at his lips, wondering what they'd feel like pressed to hers, but she couldn't quite the break through the slightly paralyzing anxiety still holding her back. Luckily for her, however, he could tell that this was the case, and he was there to help her.
He glanced over towards the bed, and then he gestured to it with a nod of his head. "Come on. I have an idea. Think it might help."
He then stood up and offered her his hand. She stared at it for a moment before accepting, his hand warm and firm on hers as he pulled her to her feet. She thought he'd let go, but he didn't. Instead, he kept her hand in his and led her towards the bed, and if she happened to stare at the way that his leather pants hugged his hips as he walked, she refused to have any shame in the matter.
He took off his boots easily before sliding on to the bed, towards the foot of it. He looked up at her and gently tugged her towards him, and she followed his lead. She slipped into the bed in front of him, sitting with her back to him, and she stared at the empty space in front of her as one last wave of anxiety rolled through her. She didn't know what to expect or what was coming, and when she felt careful fingertips brush all of her hair over one of her shoulders, her eyes closed and she enjoyed the tingling sensation that resulted from just that one simple touch. She really was starved for attention, more than she had even realized.
Then he brought both of his hands to her shoulders, and she couldn't help but smile when he began to simply, innocently, massage her tension away. He started slowly, gently kneading his thumbs into the knots in her muscles, making her eyes close and body relax under the sweet, comforting touch. He was good at what he was doing, and she accidentally let out a low whine of pleasure when he got one particular spot just right.
"Like that?" he asked, voice closer to her ear than she expected. She nodded, feeling his lips almost graze behind her ear before his hands began to wander.
First, he ran his fingertips over the top of her shoulders, then slowly down her arms until he reached her wrists. Then he began his languid journey back up, and her skin was covered in goosebumps by the time his hands were back on her shoulders. The nervous feeling was back, only this time it was the pleasant kind of nervous.
Then he slowly peeled down one of her sleeves off of her shoulder, and he leaned down and softly, almost sweetly, pressed his lips to her bare skin. It was such a small touch and so much less than she expected considering the situation, but it was enough to light a flame deep within her and bring the night to where it had been heading all along.
He didn't stop with one kiss. He slowly kissed his way along her shoulder and up to her neck, his hands running down her arms again and then sliding to her waist. His fingers curled down against her hips as his mouth lingered at her neck, kissing and gently nipping a spot that made her mouth fall open and her hand bury itself in his hair. The dark locks were soft between her fingers and she wanted him closer, wanted more despite all of the hesitation that she had felt before.
When he pulled away, she turned her head towards his and found his lips just inches from hers. He was even prettier up close, and he was looking at her with the same curiosity and desire that was in her own eyes.
"Do you have a Pretty Woman rule where you don't kiss, because it's too intimate?" she asked out of pure curiosity, praying that the answer would be no.
He grinned and shook his head. "Nah. I like kissing. And I really want to kiss you."
She smiled and somewhat dreamily asked, "You do?"
His answer was a low, faint groan that rumbled from his throat before he captured her lips with his and took her breath away. One of his hands went to her face, his fingers gently stroking her cheekbone while his other hand slid down to her leg, and she kissed him like her life depended on it. His lips felt even better than she had thought they would, and the way that his tongue brushed against hers and worked her up into a frenzy nearly sent her reeling.
Meanwhile, his hand was on her bare leg, sliding up to her inner thigh and moving upwards, taking the hem of her dress up with it. He kept teasing her like that, both of them lost to their kiss and never coming up for air until his fingers slipped up to her hipbone.
He grinned and broke away, feeling her lack of underwear and saying, "Well, aren't you full of surprises, sweetheart."
She blushed and nearly moaned at the filthy grin on his face and the gleam in his eyes that told her that she was in for a night like no other. With the hand that was still clutching his hair, she pulled him back for another kiss and then moaned into his mouth and jerked slightly in surprise when his wandering hand slid inward between her thighs.
It was a fleeting, curious touch, but it was enough to make her crave more. When his hands began moving further up her body, along her sides and grazing over her chest, she arched into his touch a little to encourage him, some vague part of her brain wondering just what had come over her. He didn't hesitate to run his palms over her breasts, softly caressing them through her dress and then one hand slipping behind her to pull down the zipper at the back of her dress.
As soon as the zipper was all the way down, Summer broke the kiss and turned, letting him peel the dress down until it hung haphazardly at her waist and then climbing to straddle his lap. He looked up at her with clear, unmistakable lust in his eyes, and she wasted no time in burying her hands in his hair and kissing him with a new fury.
Everyone had been right. She did need this. She felt alive and she felt good, kissing her gift deeply as he let her control the pace. It struck her then that she could do whatever she wanted with him, and that resulted in her grasping at his shirt and tugging until she was forced to break the kiss to pull it off of him. He helped her do it, and she dropped the shirt somewhere on the floor before her hands went to his newly bare chest, her lust spiking again as she was overcome with the sudden urge to lick him everywhere.
She almost didn't notice how easily and skillfully he unclasped her bra, until he was sliding it down her arms. She took his hands off of him just long enough for him to get it fully off of her, and then she was watching as his eyes dropped down to her breasts and became even more heated. His hands immediately went to them, gentle but firm as he first cupped them and then gave a little squeeze, thumbs teasing over her nipples as he groaned, "Fuck, you're fucking hot."
His words sent an electric jolt through her body, and then his mouth was on her breast and tongue replacing his thumb as she closed her eyes and tried not to moan. She didn't even notice how she was grinding down into his lap with slowly increasing speed as he worked her up, doing everything perfectly and gently and just passionately enough for her to tell that he was as into this as she was. And that was a huge relief.
He looked up at her at one point, his tongue flicking over her nipple as his fingers did the same to her other, and he took her by surprise by smiling at couldn't help but smile back, then giggle faintly when he suddenly grasped her hips and moved them.
He laid her down on her back high on the bed, hovering over her and looking greedily up and down her body before pulling her dress fully off of her body. This left her fully naked, and she was about to protest about their uneven status before he started going to work on his own pants. Watching him peel them down his legs and throw them off was entirely more exciting than it should have been.
He returned to her with just a pair of black boxer briefs remaining on his body, his eyes soaking her up and making her just a little nervous. She couldn't help it. She hadn't been naked in front of a man in longer than she wanted to admit.
He kept his weight off of her, one hand holding himself up as the other soothed over her stomach in a comforting touch. "You okay, baby?"
His terms of endearment alone were going to kill her. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just... it really has been a long time, and..."
"I understand," he murmured, briefly catching her lips in a sweet kiss. Then he smiled and looked her in the eyes before trailing his gaze down and back up again. "But you're gorgeous. I mean it. I'm having to hold myself back. I just want to fucking devour you."
He might as well have tossed a barrel of gasoline on an open fire. She was speechless and even more desperate than she'd been before he had spoken. "Oh."
He grinned at her silly answer and then kissed her again, his hips nudging her legs further apart so he could lay between them. She felt so incredibly dirty in that moment but in a good - no, great - way, and he was kissing her senseless when one of his hands began to slowly wander down between them.
His fingers found what they were looking for at the same moment that she broke their kiss to suck in a breath that she suddenly needed. Her eyes met his and he kissed the corner of her mouth as he murmured comfortingly, "Relax, sweetheart."
She let out a long breath and closed her eyes, his fingers slowly feeling her and easing her into it all, just a soft touch and nothing else. With her eyes closed, she couldn't see the way that he gazed down at her like it really was an Olympic task to keep himself in control and take this as slow as she needed him to.
She gasped at the first real pressure of his fingers, her body tensing and then relaxing as he effortlessly found the the right spot and focused all of his attention on it.
"There you go," he said, kissing below her ear. "How's that feel?"
"Really good," she breathed, daring to open her eyes and look down between them to watch as his hand worked.
"You're so wet," he noted in a low, rough tone. "And really fucking sensitive."
She'd never heard that before. Her eyes met his, her cheeks on fire and breaths coming faster the quicker he rubbed his fingers on that perfect spot.
"Can I ask you something?" he asked, and she nodded, biting back a moan. "Has anyone ever gone down on you before?"
She did moan then, though not from the question. "Yes, but... I didn't really like it."
His brows knit together in almost adorable confusion, like he'd never heard of such a thing before. "You didn't like it?"
"It just... didn't feel like anything," she managed to choke out, even as her hips began to rock slightly against his hand, out of her control. Her nails were biting softly into his shoulders and that was out of her control, too.
"Then he wasn't doing it right," Bucky murmured before leaning down and kissing her. Her fingers slid up and into his hair and she moaned against his lips as she got closer, closer, his fingers driving her mad.
Then he slowed down his pace and almost got a whine out of her. He broke their kiss and then asked her in a tone that made her shiver all over, "Can I taste you? I promise you'll like it this time."
As if she could say no to that. She nodded quickly, and he pulled his hand away from her and kissed her with a grin lingering on his lips. He seemed even more excited about it than she was.
She couldn't help feeling incredibly nervous though, and though she tried to just focus on him and what he felt like as he kissed softly down her neck and towards her chest, it was hard not to think about that less than stellar first time and how disappointing it had been. It was such an intimate act and just having someone that close, nothing hiding any part of her...
He felt her tension rise the lower he moved. His mouth was on her stomach, laying soft kisses down just below her belly button, and he looked up to find her arm slung over her eyes.
He moved back up in a flash and tugged her arm away. "Hey. Where you going?" he asked playfully, and she blushed with embarrassment.
"I don't know," she admitted, shaking her head at herself. "I'm sorry. I'm trying to relax but -"
"First of all, don't ever tell me you're sorry when you have nothing to be sorry for," he told her, his eyes serious again. "All I need you to do is breathe and trust me. Can you do that?"
Somehow, as strange as it was, she really did feel like she could trust him. "... I think so."
"Don't hide from me," he said, running his fingers down her arm for emphasis. "And don't be embarrassed. Just let me make you feel good, okay?"
She nodded, heart fluttering again and body nearly singing with anticipation. "Okay."
"Okay. And if I catch you trying to hide from me again, I might just tie you up so you can't."
It was obvious in the way that she stared at him and flushed that she was actually totally into that idea. She didn't realize that he was testing the waters, seeing if the vibes that he was getting from her were accurate or not. So far, he'd been spot on with everything. But for then, he wanted to keep everything simple for the sake of not overwhelming her. Still, he knew already that there was a side to her that she had likely never even scratched the surface of.
He started kissing her into oblivion again, distracting her from her thoughts and last remaining twinges of anxiety. He took his time in making his way back down, making sure that by the time he got there, she was desperate and in dire need of what he was going to give her. And she was.
Her arm almost went over her eyes again when she looked down to watch him kiss and nip his way down her inner thigh, his hands gripping both of her legs as they laid over his shoulders. But she remembered his words and kept her gaze on him, feeling like she would lose her mind if he teased her any longer.
He shot her one last look before he closed his eyes and leaned in and...
She made a sound that she'd never heard herself make before, something caught between a surprised oh and incoherent nonsense. It felt nothing like she remembered, nothing at all, and he was only getting started. He went slow, taking his time and doing what she now realized he meant by tasting her, really just teasing and letting her get comfortable with him being there and touching her like that. It was still enough to make her squirm and need to be held down with his arm over her belly, so she didn't accidentally squirm away or otherwise impede him.
Then once he really got started, she was an utter wreck. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, and he was so perfect and so attentive to what she liked and responded to that it left her able to do nothing but moan and claw mindlessly at his hair and anything else she could grasp. Everything seemed to happen so fast and her body was moving without her permission, her hips rocking up against his face and nails scratching at his scalp as he made her feel things she didn't even know she was capable of feeling.
Once she was on the edge and just seconds from losing her mind, she was grasping at the sheets with her free hand and moaning like could barely stand it. It took her by surprise, then, when he moved his hand from her belly and grasped hers, intertwining their fingers and giving her something to be anchored to. It felt shockingly intimate, and it was just the little bit of comfort that she needed to let herself go and give in. And once she did, it was utterly spectacular.
She was sure that she left the earth for a little while. She finally understood what all the fuss was about, what she'd been missing all that time, and by the time that she was left a boneless pile of satisfaction in the middle of the bed, she was only just coherent enough to notice that Bucky's hand was still tangled with her own. His thumb was stroking sweetly across her knuckles, and he was watching her chest heave and eyes slowly open following those exquisite few moments.
He laid a kiss on her inner thigh before slowly making his way back up, lying at her side and letting go of her hand so that he could trail his own along her hip as he settled in and smiled at her. She looked up at him and smiled back, her eyes a little watery and her pleasantly limp body still trying to recover.
"Oh my God," she managed to squeak out, turning towards him and placing her hand on his chest, needing to touch him and be close to him for reasons she couldn't fully comprehend.
The way that he grinned at her was maddening, and she loved it. He brought his hand up to her face, trailing his finger sweetly along her jaw as he said, "Told you I'd make you feel good."
She smiled and let out a breathless little giggle that made him smile even more widely. "You're amazing. I've never... it's never felt like that for me before. And I don't just mean that, I mean... like... just whoa. It felt like... so much better than..."
"... Than doing it to yourself?" he guessed, and somehow she still managed to blush even after all that had transpired.
"Yeah," she said quietly, looking up into his eyes and again marveling at just how pretty he was. He was so incredible that she had to say it out loud. "You're so pretty."
He shot her a crooked little grin that made the flutters inside come back, or maybe that was because of his fingers trailing gently over her hip. "Yeah?"
"Oh yeah," she confirmed, her palm sliding down his chest and eyes greedily running over his lean, perfectly sculpted muscles. Everything about him was just perfect, and that was why she moved closer to him so that her chest was pressed to his as she leaned up to kiss him. He groaned into the kiss and then almost roughly dug his fingers into her thigh when she slung her leg over his hip and ground against him. They kissed and groped at each other, her overly sensitive body moving with his much needier one, and then when it all became too much and yet not nearly enough, she pushed him down on his back and was on top of him for the first time.
He looked up at her with hunger in his eyes, the move taking him by pleasant surprise, and all she could do was smile at him before leaning down and kissing him like she had every right in the world to do it. She was having the time of her life, and feeling how hard he was for her as she teasingly ground down against him, through the thin barrier of fabric still on his hips, made her feel suddenly almost kind of... powerful. It was stunning how much this stranger could make her feel, and so very unexpected.
Her teasing grinding motions had him clutching her hips to pull her down harder against him, kissing her frantically and yet not asking for anything in return for what he'd done to her. She wondered if that was a part of his "policy", or maybe he just wanted to see if she'd reciprocate on her own so that it would come naturally. She didn't know, but what she did know was that he needed it bad.
So she broke their kiss and shifted a little bit, making room for her hand to go between them and softly palm at him through his underwear. She watched his jaw work as she touched him, the fire burning lowly in his eyes as he stared at her and pushed her hair away from her face so that nothing was hidden from him. Teasing him was fun, but she could only hold out for so long before she had to know what he sounded like when he moaned. She sat up straight and leaned back, pulling his underwear off at last and taking a shamelessly long look at him before taking him in her hand and leaning back down to kiss him again.
The first moan that left his lips set her on fire all over again. In between almost sloppy kisses and his hands roaming everywhere on her, he liked to look down and watch her hand at work, moving slowly at first and then faster according to his cues. Then he'd trail his eyes back up and yank her back down for another kiss, letting more and louder moans escape the closer that she got him to the edge.
Seeing him like that, eyes closed and lips parted in pleasure as he thrusted into her hand, made her realize that she was not at all ready for the night to end. She wanted to keep watching him, keep learning him, and find out what he would feel like buried inside of her and taking her like she'd always wished somebody would.
That was why she pulled her hand away right at the last minute and blushed furiously as he opened his eyes and looked at her in frustrated desperation. She wasn't sure how to say it, but she did the best that she could to express what she wanted.
"I want you."
He had one hand in her hair and one on her lower back, roaming down lower to grab and squeeze and then move back up again. "You've got me, baby."
"No, I mean..." She blushed even more and faltered, but that was all he needed to hear and see to understand what she was trying to ask for.
"You want me to fuck you," he murmured, his expression managing to grow somehow even more heated than it already was. She nodded, and he asked, "You sure?"
She nodded furiously. "I think I'd regret it forever if you didn't."
He nodded then, biting his lower lip and glancing over the bed, down near the floor where his pants were as he muttered, "Fuck, can you grab my -"
"Oh," she said, suddenly remembering something that Aemilia and Natasha had pointed out to her. "Hold on."
She leaned over him then and reached for the table next to the bed, opening the drawer and pulling out the embarrassing roll of no less than twenty heavy duty condoms. She was ripping one off when he noted with full amusement, "Damn. You came prepared."
"My friends put these here," she said, slamming the drawer shut and then pulling back. She then proceeded to fumble with the thing before Bucky plucked it from her hands and ripped it open with his teeth. She really should have expected that, just like she should have expected how hot it would be to watch him roll it on and handle himself like the pro he was, but she hadn't and all any of it did was turn her on even more and need him faster. He could tell as soon as his eyes turned back to her, and he grinned before sitting up and pulling her into his lap with a rough and quiet, "Come here."
Alight with anticipation, she climbed on to his lap and settled herself down, hands on his shoulders and a little smile on her face as she peeked up at him.
"Still sure about this?" he asked, ever the gentleman making sure that she didn't go too far for herself.
But she was indeed sure, and she answered him by shifting her hips and, reaching down to grasp him and align them just right, slowly sinking down on him. His response was a low curse that he all but growled as he clutched her tighter, and she held her breath as she adjusted to the intrusion. It really had been a long time, and as ready as she was, she still needed a moment to get used to him.
All he could do was curse and start almost babbling himself, burying his face in her neck as he forced himself to remain still. "God, you're so fucking tight..."
"Sorry," she muttered before she realized what a stupid thing it was to say.
He almost laughed. "Sorry? No, you feel fucking amazing. You're killing me."
"Sorry," she said again, and this time they both laughed softly. She could hardly believe how easy it all felt, and how comfortable she was with him that they could sit there like that, laughing together. She smiled as she kissed his neck, pulling a groan from his mouth as she slowly, carefully, began to move.
She had full control over their movements, and while it didn't hurt, she was very careful with those first few moments. She raised herself up and then back down, a little bit at first and then a little more each time, until she'd built up a slow but steady rhythm. He kept himself still, letting her have the control and digging his fingers into her hips as their lips collided in a deep kiss. He wanted to throw her down and just take her until she lost her mind, but he kept himself under impeccable control and let her ride him just the way that she wanted to.
She loved it, but it wasn't quite enough. It felt good, but she wanted to feel better. So, after a few moments had passed and she was completely used to him, craving more and suddenly needing to cede the control to him, she broke their kiss and then breathed, "I want... I..."
"Want me to take over?" he guessed, and like with all of his previous guesses that night, he was right on the money. She nodded, and his gaze upon her darkened as he asked, "You want it slow or you want it fast?"
She exhaled shakily. "I... God, just..."
"... Fuck you til you scream?"
She whimpered and nodded desperately. "Yes."
It was all he needed to hear. In one fluid, dizzying movement, she was down on her back again and he was on top of her, his lips crashing with hers as he granted her wish and took her with a bruising and perfect passion. His weight felt perfect on her, making her feel safe and wanted and amazing as he took her hips and angled them just so, and that one small change made her gasp and bite her nails into his back.
"Good?" he asked roughly, watching her face as she moaned and moved her hips in sync with his.
"So good," she groaned, and she wondered how the hell he was making it feel that good. It certainly never had before.
But he knew from his own experience that it could be better. As his pace quickened and his own face became awash with signs of his own pleasure, he adjusted their angle just a little bit, one more time. Then he forced his eyes open and looked down at her just in time to watch her mouth fall open and her back arch sharply, and that was when he knew he'd gotten it just right.
She was bewildered, lost in him and lost in the pleasure that she hadn't known was even possible from the act that they were caught up in. But he was hitting her in all the right places, sending her climbing and reaching and finally falling apart when she couldn't hold back anymore. It was different than before, even longer and just as consuming and simply breathtaking. He watched her the whole time, savoring the way that she moaned and how her body clenched around him, and he followed her off the edge while she was still lost in bliss.
She couldn't have asked for anything better for her birthday, if she was being honest. As frustrated as she had been for so long, finally having her desired quenched and satisfied was better than words could have ever described.
When she finally came back down to earth, Bucky was still lying on top of her, breathing heavily against her neck and slightly smushing her with his weight, but she didn't mind in the least. She didn't want to move or let him go, and when she realized that this was it and now she'd have to tell him goodbye soon, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. It was only a twinge, though, and overall she was just far too happy to let herself feel sad.
He eventually lifted his head up and grinned at her, shifting his weight off of her so that she could breathe fully again. He brushed some of the hair out of her face and said, "Happy birthday."
She couldn't help but giggle, still feeling entirely blissful and satisfied. "Thank you," she replied, smiling and watching him roll off of her and end up on his back, his eyes closed as he let out a deep, content breath. She wanted to follow him and snuggle up to his side, but she didn't think that cuddling was really part of the protocol in this situation, so she controlled her impulses.
Then to her surprise, he opened his eyes and shifted to his side, bringing them close once more. He reached out for her and smiled, and she wasted no time in shifting to her side as well so that they faced once another. His arm curled around her and he dropped a soft kiss to her lips, telling her, "You're really something, you know that?"
After all that they'd shared that night, she still managed to blush. "Sure you're not just saying that?"
"No, I mean it," he assured her. "You deserve to have nights like these all the time. I don't understand how nobody's ever done this for you before. And you're so easy to get off... I mean, do you realize how sensitive you are?"
She shook her head, her cheeks still burning. "No, not really."
"And you're loud," he noted with clear delight.
"I actually have never been loud before in my life," she replied, being entirely truthful. "That's... new." She then cringed. "Oh God, I probably sounded so stupid..."
He shook his head and immediately shushed her. "No. You sounded... incredibly hot. You're so sexy, Summer - how can you not know that?"
She tried to give him an answer, but she came up with nothing. He studied her for a moment, looking her over and absently caressing her face as he went on, "See, just from tonight... I think there's a side of you that you don't even know about yet. I think you've got a fire to you and you just need to let it out and... see where it leads you."
She blinked at him and asked, "Where it leads me?"
"Yeah," he said softly with a nod. "Like... maybe I'm wrong, but I think you're the type of girl who would love to have her hair pulled and get thrown around a little... maybe get tied up and spanked, too."
Her eyes widened and she smiled a little shyly, incredibly unaccustomed to having a man speak to her like that. Still, his words sent a new thrill through her veins, and she had to wonder if maybe he was on to something. "Oh, um... well I haven't really... thought of that before."
He raised a skeptical brow. "Really? Because I bet you're a lot dirtier in there," he pointed to her head, "than you'd ever admit."
She smiled. "You sure think you know me for someone who only met me..." She craned her neck to check the clock. "... Almost three hours ago? Holy crap, it's almost midnight."
"Yeah, time flies," he grinned. "But... just think about what I said."
She nodded, briefly biting her lip. "Okay."
He then kissed her one last time before pulling his arm from around her and sitting up. "Mind if I jump in the shower?"
She shook her head. "No, go ahead."
"Thanks," he said, still smiling as he stood up from the bed and grabbed his clothes from the floor. She watched him shamelessly as he strolled to the bathroom, and he glanced back once and shot her a grin that made her want to squeal with glee.
But she didn't. Instead she laid there and waited for the shower to turn on, and once it did, she grabbed her phone and proceeded to text the hell out of both of her friends, letting them know that the night had been a brilliant success. They answered immediately, both of them overjoyed on her behalf and rather pleased with themselves for coming up with such a great idea.
I am so getting you back though, she told Aemilia.
And how do you plan on doing that? Aemilia replied, and Summer laughed quietly to herself before typing her response.
Oh, I'll think of something.
Bucky didn't take long in the shower, emerging in only about five minutes. He was fully dressed and his hair was a wet, dark mess atop his head, and the moment that she laid eyes on him she realized how up for another round she would have been if he had offered. But he hadn't.
He grinned at her as she laid in the bed, under the sheets with her phone in her hand. "Texting already?"
"Oh yeah. You know how girls are," she replied, sitting up and keeping the sheet covering herself.
"I do," he chuckled, taking a seat at the edge of the bed near her feet. "Are you okay to get home on your own, or are you just gonna crash here?"
"Oh I'm definitely taking advantage of this room," she smiled. "Thank you for, um... tonight. It was... basically the best night of my life."
Pride and genuine happiness lit his face. "It was my pleasure, sweetheart. And I mean that literally, too."
She smiled and bit her lip, glancing down at her hands and then looking back up when he reached out and gently touched her face. He didn't say anything, though he seemed like he wanted to. Instead, he just smiled and then dropped his hand before saying, "Guess this is where we say goodnight."
She nodded, though really she was nowhere near being ready to let him go. "Goodnight."
He smiled and then stood up, walking over to where his coat was laying and throwing it on before turning and heading towards the door. Summer watched him until her instincts took over, at which point she grabbed the sheet and tried to wrap it around herself as best as she could and get to her feet without tripping and falling on her face. "Hey, wait."
He turned just before he reached the door, watching her as she quickly made her way to him. The sheet trailed behind her and she was a little flushed by the time she stopped in front of him and asked, "Would you think I'm pathetic if I asked you for one more kiss before you go?"
He seemed surprised, but the grin that spread across his lips let her know that he was happy for it. "No, not at all. Come here."
She quickly did as he said, stepping into arms that opened for her and wrapped around her as she slung her free arm around his neck. They were both smiling as they leaned in and met in a soft, sweet kiss, but their smiles quickly faded as that familiar heat replaced the happy, content satisfaction that they had both possessed before. One kiss became two, Bucky cradling her head for the second as her lips parted and he slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting her and setting her on fire all over again. It was all too easy, and the feeing was all too mutual.
When they broke for air, Summer looked up at him and he looked down at her, only a moment passing before he leaned in again and kissed her once more, this time more heatedly and more insistently. She moaned faintly into his mouth, knowing by now what it would do to him, and he responded by grasping her hips and pushing her just a little roughly against the nearest wall.
She hit the wall with a thud, their kiss not breaking as he pressed his body to hers and she brought both of her hands to his damp hair. That resulted in the sheet falling to the floor at their feet, and when it happened they broke the kiss and looked down at the same time. Summer then glanced up to find Bucky eyeing her body with renewed lust, and she knew then that she would surely be getting her second round after all.
Bucky then quickly shrugged off his jacket and attacked her again, kissing her hard and murmuring, "You're gonna keep me up all night, aren't you?"
"Got somewhere else to be?" she asked just before he picked her up and started carrying her back to the bed, still fully dressed while she was fully naked.
"Not tonight," he grinned before tossing her down on the bed and kicking off the next chapter of the night, one that had the potential to even eclipse the first. She giggled as he climbed on top of her and kissed her, nearly dizzy with glee that she got to keep her present until the morning.
One thing was for sure; Summer's friends truly did give the very best gifts a girl could ask for.
After having truly stayed up most of the night just as Bucky had predicted, Summer and Bucky both passed out tangled up in each other in the wee hours of the morning. The sun woke them up not too much later, and though Summer hadn't gotten much sleep, she still awoke feeling more relaxed and rested than she had in ages. And for the first time in forever, she got to wake up next to a beautiful naked man who she might have fallen in love with just a smidge the night before.
Once they were both awake and had dragged themselves out of the very comfortable bed, Summer claimed the shower first. She brushed her teeth and then jumped in, somehow surprised when he ended up opening the shower door and slipping inside with an open-mouthed kiss to her neck that her entire body tingle. She wasn't sure that morning-after shower sex was technically covered in whatever agreement Aemilia and Natasha had arranged, but it didn't stop her from gladly acquiescing when he pressed her against the shower wall and took her slowly and perfectly until the water grew lukewarm.
Nearly an hour later, they were both still a little damp but clean - mostly - as they dressed and prepared to go their separate ways. Summer was pretty sure she'd be walking with a limp for a week, and Bucky looked so happy and cheerful after their night together that she had to wonder if he was like that with all of his clients. Surely not, though she wasn't nearly brave enough to ask.
When they were nearly ready, her phone lit up with a call from Aemilia, which Summer answered and quickly hung up from once she managed to express that Bucky wasn't quite gone yet and that she'd need to call her back. Aemilia almost squealed with delight for her friend before dutifully and immediately hanging up, and then Summer turned back to Bucky with a nervous smile.
"Was that one of the girls who arranged this for you?" he asked, pulling his coat on and smiling back.
"Yeah," she nodded. "My friend Aemilia. She's great. I really owe her, even though I wanted to kill her when she first told me what she'd gotten me."
He chuckled. "I think it worked out, don't you?"
She blushed, fiddling with her phone. "Oh yeah. Definitely... worked out." She paused and let out a little nervous laugh. "But I'm still gonna have to get her back one way or another. I don't know how, but... yeah. Maybe I can save up and get her own little night of... um..."
"... Hot marathon sex?"
She blushed again. "Yes. That. Just not with you. With somebody else. Because that would be weird. I wouldn't... um..."
Bucky raised his brows and grinned, and she trailed off and felt like her head was going to explode. "Wouldn't what?"
"It would just be weird, you know... sharing... um..."
Finally he chuckled and gave her shoulder a pat. "Relax. I'm just giving you a hard time. Got a picture of her?"
She blinked, trying to will away the fire under her face. "Yeah, of course. Why?"
"Maybe I can help you arrange something," he grinned. "I could even give you a discount. Referral and all."
She squinted. "Does it really work that way?"
He merely shrugged and took her phone when she offered it to him. He looked at the photo of Aemilia and Summer together at a party from a few months before and said, "Wow. She's stunning."
Summer nodded. "Oh yeah. Just absolutely gorgeous. She's from England and she's got a soft spot for British guys, so if your, um... service... has any of those..."
Bucky then smirked and pulled up Summer's contacts, hitting the button to make a new one and quickly typing in a number. "I think I know exactly who to recommend. Call this number if you decide to go through with it."
She took her phone back from him and eyed the number before asking with a smile, "Whose number is that?"
He merely grinned and replied, "Call it later and find out."
Almost positive that she would literally have a cow if it turned out that he had given her his own personal cell number, she nodded and then closed her eyes when he leaned closer to kiss her goodbye. It was soft and very familiar after the night - and morning - that they had shared together, and after he pulled away he smiled down at her. "See you around, Summer."
"Okay," she answered dumbly, smiling like an idiot and stealing one more kiss from him before he started walking towards the door. He looked over his shoulder and smiled at her one last time just before he opened the door and left, and after the door closed and he was officially gone, Summer collapsed on the bed behind her and squeaked.
Staring wide-eyed at the ceiling, she let out the only two words that she could coherently string together. "Holy crap."