Hey guys and gals. Here is a new story. Hello to the new, and welcome back to the old (I'm channeling my inner Dumbledore here.)

Today, is my 5 Year mark. It's officially been 5 Years since I self-harmed, so I decided that I would post a new story on the anniversary (January 21st). I got a tattoo last week to commemorate it - it's the anti-possession tattoo from Supernatural, with the words 'Always keep fighting.'

Anyway, on with the story. The next chapter will be up on Friday, and then every Friday after. Please R&R or comment if you want. I love hearing from you guys.

The picture used is of 'Helix Nebula.'

On my Tumblr. I will post a picture of the actress I'm using as inspiration for Regina. It's Katie McGrath.

T.C

WARNING! This story has Sexual Content in it (but only in this chapter), and has scenes of kidnap, torture, and death. You have been warned.

~oOo~

Chapter 1

The Pub in London

I was sitting in one of my favorite pubs in London, drinking a pint of beer, on one of my last free nights in England. See, I was being shipped off to France, before slowly working my way into the heart of Germany. No matter what anybody tells you, my job is way scarier, and a hell of a lot more dangerous than any of the soldiers that go out to fight, but I can't tell anyone what my actual job is. You never know who is listening to your conversations.

And just when I thought that I was going to be sitting at the bar for the night, alone, somebody took the seat to my right. He ordered a scotch on the rocks, took his hat off, and leaned on the bar; his army uniform bunching up slightly when he leaned forward on the stool. Looking at him, I guessed that he'd just arrived in England, given that he was in his full dress uniform and the time difference between here and America – which is where is uniform suggested he was from.

"What's a good-looking dame like you, doing all by yourself, in a place like this?" He asked, looking over at me, taking a sip of his drink. His dark hair was short, and he had these piercing blue eyes that captivated me.

"Nobody to drink with." I smiled, "I can't really think why people would be scared to come outside. Do you have an idea?"

He got a serious look on his face, but I could see the slight upturn of a smirk on his lips. "I can't think of why that might be. It's a complete mystery." He joked, only staying serious for a couple of seconds before we both burst out laughing, "Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, but people call me Bucky."

"Regina Elizabeth Larson." I shook his outstretched hand, "Some people call me Beth, but it's only a select few who are allowed to call me that."

"Could I be considered one of those 'few people' who gets to call you that?"

"That depends." I hid a sly smile behind my glass, as I took another drink, "Are you going to keep in contact after tonight, Sergeant? Or are you more of a love 'em and leave 'em?"

"Depends on the girl." He leaned closer to me, "And you, are definitely the most interesting dame I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. Also, I wouldn't say no to more than one night. Beauty and brains are hard to come by, and you, Doll, have both. I haven't met many dames with a quick sense of humor."

I didn't have to look in the mirror behind the bar to know that there was a blush rising on my face, and James knew it too. Oh, he is good, and he knows it. He knows exactly what he's doing, but I don't care. He made me laugh.

"So, what do you do, Miss Larson?"

"I'm a nurse." That is one way of putting it, one thing learned early on, was to never hesitate when telling a lie. To know your cover story like the back of your hand, because if you make a mistake, it could be what gets you killed, or worse – captured. But telling him I was a nurse wasn't an exact lie either. My mother was a nurse, and I learned nearly everything I needed from her.

"Sounds exciting. You working in London, or are you just visiting?"

"I've been working at a local hospital for just over a year. They needed some extra hands during the Blitz, but I'm not needed here anymore, so they're sending me off to France next week."

It was so easy, talking with Bucky. He made me forget about all the shitty things that had happened to me over the past year, and it felt amazing, to not have that massive ache in my chest. But it's a war, people die. Didn't make it any easier to deal with though.

"Don't you have to speak French though?"

"But I do."

His eyes widened a little, and his mouth opened slightly in an almost a childlike wonder. "I have no idea what you just said, but that was so sexy."

A smile spread across my face. "Dad spoke French, and mum's parents were both French as well. Everybody in our little family learned how to speak at least one other language." I told him, "It does come in handy when looking for a job, or somebody comes into the hospital not knowing a word of English."

"Well, aren't you just full of surprises, Doll? You're putting me to shame." He looked directly at me, his blue eyes boring into my pale green ones, "I can hear my mama yelling at me from Brooklyn."

"Oh. And what's she saying?" Not taking my eyes off him.

"She's telling me, not to let you go, because I'm never going to find a better person, than the one sitting right in front of me."

"If that's your way of asking me out, then I accept."

He threw his arms up in the air; a grin on his face. I couldn't help but laugh at his actions because he looked so cute when he did it. And I didn't plan on letting this gift go if I could help it.

What felt like hours later, we were still talking, but it wasn't about anything in particular. We talked about the unit he was stationed with, when he was shipping out, the weirdest patient I'd ever had. We'd ordered another round, and were slowly drinking our way through the drinks.

As the night wore on, the closer we ended up sitting to each other; our shoulders and legs bumping into the others. And the joking and flirting continued, steadily getting less and less subtle as the night wore on. I wasn't prepared to let this night end, and I didn't plan to let it.

"Do you have to go back to base?"

"Well, I don't think I have anything going on tomorrow." He replied, turning his head to me, "What do you have in mind?"

"That maybe you could stay the night with me." I whispered into his ear, "And if you get into trouble, you can say that you were having a checkup with your nurse. You can't be too cautious with your health."

I could see a smile forming, but he didn't say anything. He threw a couple of bills on the table and put an arm round my waist. "Then let's get going, Doll." And he placed a kiss on my lips.

~oOo~

By the time we made it up to my room, we were already making out. He'd grabbed my legs, and hoisted me up; my legs wrapped round his waist, and my fingers tangled in his hair, while his hands rested on my hips, and not once did we break the kiss.

We made the decision to come back to my hotel, because one, there was no way we could sneak onto the base, and get away with what we had planned. Two, somebody may recognize me, and not be able to keep their mouth shut. And three, we didn't have to worry about cleaning up after we were done. I wouldn't have minded him coming to mine, but I didn't have a home. It had been completely destroyed in the Blitz, and I wasn't in the country long enough to actually considering it worth the money to buy one.

Trying to open the door proved to be a slight problem, and I almost gave in – coming to the conclusion that we could just do it in the hallway – when Bucky was able to get the key in the lock and get the door open before I completely lost my mind. I could feel him smirk slightly against my lips at my frustration.

"Eager, Doll?" He asked, kicking the door shut, and pulling the pins out of my hair; letting it tumble down my back.

"Very much so, Sergeant." I breathed, pulling at the knot of his tie to loosen it, "This needs to go, and so does this, and this." His tie came off, and I threw it wherever, and then started on the buttons of his shirt and jacket.

"Well, it can be easily rectified." He walked to the bed, placing me on it, and then worked on getting both garments off; throwing them across the room, just like I'd done with his tie, "But I think it would only be fair if I get to undress you as well."

He looked incredible, with the dark hair, the light eyes, and the six-pack. He was a real catch. How lucky am I, that he decided to sit next to me in the pub? I am really happy that I decided to go out, instead of just sitting in this room by myself.

His hand slowly traveled from my knee, up to my thigh; gripping the hem of my red dress, and pushed it up over my underwear and my head. My dress then joined the rest of our discarded clothing, and Bucky just stared at me. I knew what he was looking at, besides the obvious, of course.

My friend, Howard, had hopped over the pond on SSR business – I'd just liberated Doctor Abraham Erskine, and he was being sent over to America to help, while I was helping to escort him – and I ended up ranting about how you could have all the sexy clothes you wanted, but the underwear never did it any justice. So before being sent home for another mission, Howard took it upon himself to make something for me. It was lacy, very exposing, sexy, and exactly what I was thinking of. He said it was a present for being a friend, science buddy, and amazing wing woman.

"Like what you see, Soldier?" I sat up, unbuckling his belt and removing it.

"You have no idea how much I'm liking this, Doll." He replied, toeing off his shoes and taking off his trousers, "But let me say this, I am enjoying this very much, and there is nowhere else I'd rather be."

"I can tell." I looked down at the tent of his underwear, and pulling him down to meet my lips, "I'm enjoying this a lot as well. In fact, I don't want this night to end. Maybe I'll just lock you up, and never let you leave."

"Well, I wouldn't mind that at all. Not one bit of me would object." He flipped us over; sitting up, and pulling me closer to his body.

We kept on kissing, only pulling away when we needed to breathe. His hands ran up and down my back, and pulled me ever closer to his body; squeezing my ass when he got to it. My hips were working of their own accord, but judging by the soft moans coming from the both of us, there was going to be no complaints.

When Bucky started kissing my jaw and moved down my neck, I threw my head back and gave a breathy moan. He expertly unhooked and removed my bra in one smooth movement.

"You've done this before." I moaned, lacing my fingers round the back of his neck as he moved lower onto my chest.

"I know a thing or two about a bra." He mumbled into my chest, sucking gently on my skin, "I do have three younger sisters, and being the oldest, I sometimes had to bring the washing in."

He flipped us over again, before going straight back to kissing and sucking down my chest; one goes his hands running down the side of my ribcage, and leaving hickeys on my skin. I grabbed the nearest thing to me – which was a pillow – and pulled as I arched my back into his touch.

More moans escaped when he started working on my tits, squeezing them, and pulling on my nipples. I was beyond speaking. It just felt too damn good. So I hoped that my moans were enough to tell him how I felt.

Then his hands traveled lower; catching the hem of my panties, and dips his hand lower. He only traced the edges of my lips with his fingers, before retracted them and doing it again.

I was almost and actually became, breathless by the time he actually pushed one of his fingers into me and used his thumb on my clit. My hips jerked; jolts of something I'd never felt before making it hard to keep still, but it felt so good. He added another finger, and I let out a small, pained gasp.

"You okay, Doll?" He asked, concerned.

"Yeah." The pain passing, "Just the first time I've ever done anything like this. It feels amazing though."

"Don't worry." He kissed my lips, and slowly moved his fingers until it didn't hurt anymore, "I'll look after you. But if you wanna stop, at any time, just tell me. We don't have to do this if you're not comfortable."

"I'm okay." I hooked one leg over his waist, gasping at the change of angle, "Holy shit, that feels good."

My grip on the pillow didn't let up, as his fingers moved deeper into me. He kept the pace slow and steady, and a slight pressure was making itself known from deep inside me. Now while this was my first time, I'm not stupid. I knew what was going to happen, and I knew it was going to be soon.

"James… James..." I panted, moving my hips in time with his fingers; the pressure building and building, as I started to tighten around him.

"That's it, Doll." He murmured, putting just a little more pressure on my clit, "Just let go. It's alright."

And I did; gasping, quivering, and clenched around his fingers. He kept moving them through the waves of pleasure until it was almost too much for me to handle; only stopping when he brought me to another orgasm. One that was just as amazing, and mind-blowing as the first one.

By this time, I was already on Cloud 9; my chest heaving up and down, and sweat beading down my face. I gave a little moan when he removed his fingers, missing the feeling of them. I wanted to whine, tell him to put them back in, but I knew that wouldn't work, and I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of making me beg, no matter how much I wanted to.

I saw him smile on his face before he started kissing up my body – from stomach to lips. Even though I was still trying to catch my breath, I kissed him back with all the might I could.

"You ready, Doll?" He asked, lining himself up with my entrance, "Remember, if you're not, we don't have to."

"I'm ready." I looked into his ice blue eyes above me, placing a hand on his cheek and wrapping both my legs round his waist, "Never have I been more sure."

He leaned down to kiss me as he pushed in; stopping every couple of short, slow pushes to let me adjust to his size. I just gripped onto his back; letting out gasping moans, and hardly noticing when he broke through the thin barrier that made the difference between me being a virgin and not.

If I thought having his fingers in me was amazing, then I didn't even know how to describe this because this was better than amazing. I threw my head back and moaned; rotating my hips when James pushed in again.

His hand trailed down the side of my body, and up my thigh. He was moaning as well, as he pushed in; only sliding deeper into me when he thought I was ready for it, and oh how I liked it. It didn't take long for another orgasm to roll through my body, and for us to change position.

Bucky sat with his back against the headboard, and my legs on either side of his legs; my fingers tangled in his hair, and his hands on his hips, pulling me closer. I couldn't even explain the feeling I got, but the angle was even better than the first.

My thighs started to tremble on either side of him, as I slowly lowered myself onto his cock; rotating and grinding against him. I was gasping and moaning, almost in sync with Bucky; his eyes on me the whole time. And I'm pretty sure they stayed on me, even when I put my head against his shoulder.

This wasn't having sex. No, this wasn't hard and fast. This was making love. Slow. Deep. Intimate. We both knew this, yet neither of us tried to change it. And we were content.

~oOo~

We were still in bed a couple hours later. I was feeling very sleepy, but I didn't want to fall asleep for fear that when I woke up, he wouldn't be there. I didn't want this to be some cruel dream, where I'd wake up alone, or that this was just a way of coping with being held prisoner, in some Nazi stronghold after being captured.

My head was laid in the crook of his chest and shoulder, my right hand resting on his bare breast, while he played with my long black hair, and our legs entwined together. I wouldn't have minded falling asleep like this, but like I said, I was scared of this just being a dream.

"My brother," I whispered to him, looking at his angelic face.

"Hmm?" He looked down at me.

"I was in the pub for my brother." I repeated, adding a little more information, "He died a year ago… In fact, over the past couple years, both my parents and my two brothers have died. I'm the only surviving member of the Larson family. Also the youngest of them as well."

He rubbed a soothing hand down my back, and pulled me closer to his body, with silent tears running down my face; the hot, salty drops landing on his chest when they ran out of cheek to roll down. Because of what I do, I hadn't been given a chance to cry. So I'd bottled it all up, pushed it aside, and never revisited it; preferring to keep it bottled away.

But all the emotions were being let free now. I was left shaking, gasping, and hanging into Bucky like he was my anchor. Like he was the only person keeping me grounded, while I cried.

"I'm sorry." I sobbed, clinging onto him even more, "I'm not normally like this, I promise."

"It's alright. It's okay. Just let it out." He kissed the top of my head, and continued to rub my back, "I'm not going to judge you. I got you. I got you. You're all right. It's okay to cry."

After a few minutes, I got my crying under control. Bucky wiped the remaining tears from my face; looking at me with such love in his eyes. Yeah, he was definitely, what my mum would call, a keeper.

"I know this will sound really strange, but I think my family had something to do with us meeting." I smiled, taking his hand in mine, "Almost like they guided us towards each other."

"It's not weird." He replied, kissing the top of my head again, "I was having the exact same thoughts."