Chapter Four: Need You Now
This Chapter Contains Adult Themes
"Good morning gentlemen." Donatella greeted Bucky and Steve as they walked into the lab. "Sergeant, if you could please take a seat on the examination table." she nodded, trying to keep herself as emotionally distant as possible.
"Sergeant? Really?" Bucky asked as he settled onto the table. He was dressed in pants and a shirt instead of his Wakandan clothes, one sleeve tied off. Steve helped him pull the shirt off, and she felt her breath whoosh out of her as she looked over him. Could he stop being so stupidly perfect? It was becoming annoying. "Oh, before I forget." he nudged a small folded piece of cloth towards her that she recognized as her blazer. She gave him a tight-lipped smile before furrowing her brows at his appearance.
"Did Steve do your hair?" she asked, glancing at his half-up style. Steve smirked as Bucky squirmed.
"Uh, no. The kids from the village…" he explained before clearing his throat. She held back a giggle and moved to the side of the room, the box with the arm closed and waiting. She picked it up, bringing it over towards him and setting it down by his side.
"Okay, Shuri and I made this, but it's a bit different than your other arm." she began to explain its functionality and what it could all do as she pulled it out of the box. Moving towards the place where his arm was gone, she checked to make sure the arm would fit correctly in position before pulling the plate off. Multiple latches, screws, and hooks later, the arm hung from his shoulder. She bit her lip, looking up into his face to see him already watching her. She flushed, stepping back once she realized how close she was to him.
"How does it feel, Buck?" Steve asked. He frowned, looking down and moving it. The light metal swung easily with his movements, and a small smile quirked at the corner of his gorgeous plump lips that she wanted to-no, knock it off brain.
"Feels good. Lighter than before, but nice and solid." he reached out, flexing his fingers with a grin. He reached out with the new prosthetic, grabbing her hand in light, strong fingers and tugging her closer to him. "Thanks doc, you're too good to me." his grin turned into a smirk as she nearly stumbled into his lap. She cleared her throat and stepped back again, glancing at Steve. She slid her hand out of his quickly, the jolt that went through her at the contact was way too thrilling.
"If you have any problems you can come to either me or Shuri." she said, glancing back up at Bucky. He was still smiling at her. She smoothed her skirt out with a nod, taking another step back. He looked damn good, those perfect white teeth shining in the bright lab lights, and his gorgeous physique was even harder to ignore as he lounged across the table. God, it should be illegal to look that good.
"Looks nice." Steve nodded at his friend, admiring the shiny metal.
"Hopefully I won't have to use it anytime soon." he chuckled, flexing his hand again. She wanted to know what the metal felt like against her bare skin…
"W-well, if you need anything else, let me know. Otherwise you're free to go." she cleared her throat again, trying to shake the inappropriate images from her brain. She couldn't help but ogle him as he stretched his arms over his head, flexing as he put his shirt back on. God it was hard to resist him.
"We'll see you later tonight then." Steve mentioned as Bucky hopped down from the table.
"W-what? Why?" she asked, her stomach curling in on itself in dread.
"We'll be at the gala. King T'Challa asked us to come, since we technically aren't wanted by any governments anymore." Steve explained, and she felt her face drop.
"I… guess I'll see you there then." she glanced at Bucky, and had a quick image of what he might look like in a suit… Holy shit she was screwed.
"Save a dance for me." Bucky smiled at her as he stalked off, and she gulped, watching his purposeful stride. Could he just stop being that cocky bastard for two minutes? It was way too attractive on him. His profile disappeared through the metal double doors and her breath came out in a whoosh, finally able to relax. He knew exactly what he did to her. She wanted to scream.
She managed to get a bit more work done on one of the side projects, but without anyone else to bounce ideas off of she got bored really quickly. Donatella made it through another painstaking few hours before it was an acceptable time to go and get ready. She trudged up to her room, taking the stairs to waste some time. She blew a raspberry as she approached her door, and when it swung open in front of her she nearly screamed.
"Doctor, hello!" a gorgeous woman grinned at her from inside her own room.
"H-hi? W-who are you?" she asked, stepping inside cautiously.
"Princess Shuri sent me over, I am here to help you prepare for the party!" she crowed, grabbing her by the shoulders and spinning her around in a forced twirl. "Have you found a date?"
"Um, no, I'm definitely going stag for this. I'm hoping I can slip out early, actually." she admitted as the woman shoved her towards the bathroom. She felt a bit dizzy from practically being tossed around the room.
"Well that's interesting, considering a very handsome man stopped in to leave a gift for you to wear tonight." the woman said as she began to strip her down.
"Woah, woah, hang on a second, what?" she stood there in her bra and underwear, backing away from the woman and her scarily nimble fingers. "Who left me what?"
"Sergeant Barnes brought in a beautiful pair of pink sapphire earrings, very thoughtful of him, don't you think?" the woman gave a coy smile.
"He gave me what?" she squawked, sitting on the edge of the tub with a loud sigh. "Can you give them back, please? I don't want them." she shook her head, her stomach gnawing at itself.
"No can do, he left a handwritten note too, so sweet. Oh, but I didn't read it though, of course I wouldn't read that. Now please get in the shower and wash up so I can get to work!" she barked, going from dreamily staring at the ceiling to a drill sergeant in the span of two seconds. She jumped to attention, feeling as if she should salute before thinking better as the woman left. Donatella cranked the knob, turning the hot water up and stripped the rest of the way once the door was shut and locked.
She washed quickly, not trusting the strange woman alone in her room. What the hell was going on? Did Shuri think she was incapable of getting dressed and putting makeup on by herself? Or maybe she was worried she wouldn't show up… it was probably the latter.
When she stepped out of the shower she did scream. Somehow the woman had bypassed the locked door and was waiting for her with a big jar of… something.
"What are you doing in here? The door was locked!" she shouted, tightening her towel around her chest.
"This is nothing I haven't seen before! Don't worry, come here." she gestured for her to step over. She did, tentatively, and squealed when the woman whipped the towel off, slathering the substance in the jar all over her body. She gaped as her skin transformed from pale and dry to glowing and soft.
"Wow, this stuff is amazing…" she murmured, twisting and turning to let the light catch on her new and improved décolletage. She wasn't glittery, she just… glowed. The woman stuffed her into a robe, tying it almost dangerously tight around her waist.
"Okay, time for the hair!" she cheered, pulling out some shiny combs and a somehow futuristic hairdryer? Where was she getting this stuff? It most definitely wasn't in the room before. After a quick few tugs through the snarls, she had a voluminous blowout that was shiny and gorgeous, and she knew no matter how many times she would attempt it herself she could never get her hair to look that good. "I found this in your jewelry box! Your beau must really know what you like if he got you matching earrings!" the woman whipped out her necklace from Janita, the pink sapphire sparkling on the end. She snatched it from her hands, holding it close to her chest.
"P-please stop going through my things." she pleaded weakly, gently clasping the chain around her neck. The woman then whipped out the earrings from behind her back, sticking them through her ears with a vengeance, causing Donnie to yelp. Once she finished Donatella rubbed her sore earlobes, feeling the pink heart studs securely in place.
"Ready to get your makeup done?" the woman asked sweetly.
"Um, I can do that, you don't really have to-"
"Nonsense!" she pulled a huge case out this time, opening it to reveal more makeup than she'd ever seen in her life. "Here, give me your face!" she beamed, teeth almost too white to look at. She grabbed her chin, wrenching her head into a position where she attacked mercilessly. It felt like hours, but must have only been around forty minutes to finish. She had to physically wrestle the mascara from the woman, there was no way she would trust anyone that close to her eyes.
"I can get dressed by myself!" she almost stomped her foot like a kid as the woman dragged her from the bathroom and back into her bedroom.
"No, no, I need to help! Don't worry, it will be fine!" the woman promised as she disrobed her forcibly. She shivered, covering her exposed skin as the woman came back with a terrifying lingerie set.
"No! I can wear my own underwear!" she pleaded. The skimpy little lace g-string did not look comfortable, and the matching strapless bustier was not looking breezy either. Both were pitch black to match the dress, but the woman basically forced her into the thong before she laced her up into the top. She had to get used to breathing less deep, but it wasn't as bad as she thought. She was slightly glad for the help while getting into the dress, since her arms didn't quite reach the top of the zipper.
"Gorgeous!" the woman gushed, turning to push her to the mirror. Donatella stumbled before she stopped, in awe of herself.
"Holy fuck." she breathed. She didn't even look remotely like the person she was before. She was a goddess, absolutely stunning. The corset cinched her in flatly, pushing her girls up in a very nice way. She had killer cleavage, and her long, lanky leg looked shapely and smooth, glowing skin revealed through the slit. Her face was the best part. Wide hazel eyes were emphasized with warm smoky tones, her lips a dark red, and her hair flowed like water over her bare shoulders. The tiny heart glimmered around her neck, and her spine straightened as she realized she felt good about herself. Really, truly good.
She remembered her conversation with Shuri, and her heart panged as she realized why the girl had done this. She wanted her to like herself, something she revealed she had struggled with. This wouldn't fix her self-image issues, but it was a nice touch. She'd have to thank the princess later.
"Here, the shoes!" the woman held out a hand that held a pair of strappy stilettos. The signature red bottom nearly made her squeal with delight.
"Oh, these are too much." she breathed, but she put them on anyways. They completed the look, giving her yet another confidence boost. She felt pretty, no, she felt sexy. She could make it through the night like this. What did she have to lose?
"The gala started a few moments ago, I suggest you wait a bit, have a fashionably late entrance." the woman smiled demurely, much more calm now that she was ready.
"I have to make a call anyways, thank you so much." she gushed. She merely smiled back and left, leaving Donatella alone to take out her laptop and click on Peter's name. She sat giddily in front of the computer, a grin taking over her face when he saw her, his jaw dropping.
"Holy shit!" he shouted. She immediately scolded him for swearing, and he at least looked a little embarrassed. "I-I mean holy cow?" he smiled sheepishly.
"Better." she grinned. "How is it?"
"Stand up, show me the whole thing! Wait, wait, I need to add Tony. I just got the group facetime update!" he shouted, furiously tapping on the phone. "Mr. Stark! Look at her, she's like friggin Cinderella!"
"Kid, this isn't Cinderella, it's more like Pretty Woman. Hey there gorgeous, good to see you in something that suits you." Tony grinned, glasses covering half his expression.
"It's so much, but I think I deserve it." she whooshed out a huge breath of air. "This woman came in and got me all glammed up and wow, I look better than I've ever been."
"Kid, you're always stunning, but I have to admit you clean up nice." Tony smirked.
"Thanks old man." she teased, pushing her hair behind her shoulder.
"So how have things been with you and Mr. Barnes?" Peter asked. Her grin turned into a grimace.
"They've been… okay." she shrugged, twirling a piece of hair around her finger. "I got my answers." she mentioned.
"That's good! Have you…" Peter trailed off, not quite sure how to finish.
"I haven't talked to him enough to make any final decisions yet." she shook her head. "But I think that once this is all over, I want to just come home and hang out with you guys again." she smiled weakly.
"Well, that's good. I'm glad you like us enough to want to come back." Tony teased. She chuckled at that. "But I'm glad you're branching out on your own. You don't deserve a rollercoaster relationship like that. You need someone charming, but safe."
"Yeah, I don't think you should get back together with him if he made you sad." Peter frowned.
"Kid, the adults are talking." Stark snapped teasingly.
"Oh, come on, Mr. Stark! I know about love!" he groaned, causing Donnie to laugh.
"I'm glad you're smiling, red. Come back to us in one piece, okay?" Tony smiled genuinely.
"If you need me to, I can set you up with one of my teachers, there's one I think you might like!" Peter smiled excitingly.
"No thanks, spidey. I appreciate the effort, though." she chuckled. She missed the banter between the group. A few minutes on the phone wasn't enough. She would kill for one of Peter's special hugs, he was such a sweetie pie.
"Okay, you've got a party to go to, and I've got a fiancee to woo. I'll see you tomorrow, Pete, and you'd better call us again tomorrow night." Tony frowned, giving her a stern look.
"Yes dad, of course I will." she teased, and he quirked a smile. They really were like family to her.
"Have fun Donnie! Make good choices!" Peter waved, and she waggled her fingers before the screen went dark. She sighed, standing and smoothing her dress, twirling in the mirror with a small grin. She really did look glamorous from every angle. As she left her room, her heels clicked against the marble, and she relished in the sound. She was supposed to go to the grand ballroom, as if any part of the palace wasn't grand. There was gold and vibranium adorning almost everything, precious metals littered the building. But, she could see why it was called the grand ballroom.
A huge doorway made almost entirely of gold greeted her, doors propped open to reveal a large group of mingling politicians. She came in quietly, trying not to attract any unwanted attention, but was almost immediately spotted.
"Ah, doctor!" a man with a heavy accent approached, immediately grasping her hand and placing a kiss on the back of it. His head popped up, revealing a dashing smile and a slightly familiar face.
"Oh, hello. Laurant Macron of the French Ministry of Health, correct?" she smiled politely back as she recognized him from one of her more recent meetings in Europe.
"Beautiful and intelligent, of course you are." he chuckled, stepping closer to her and gripping her elbow gently. "Can I get the woman of the evening a drink, perhaps?"
"Woman of the evening? Hardly." she chuckled, glancing around.
"Ah, but many of us have only decided to come to this gala in order to meet you, as well as a few others. That Captain America is quite the character." he chuckled, and she glanced around, trying to spot him.
"I suppose." she murmured, absentmindedly seeking out Bucky as well.
"What would you like to drink?" Laurant asked as they neared a bar.
"Oh, just a whiskey will be fine. Straight up, please." she said to the bartender. He nodded before quickly getting it ready and sliding it over to her. She glanced around the bar, taking a sip, looking for tousled brunette hair.
She choked when she saw him.
"Are you okay?" Laurant asked, placing his hand on her shoulder as she tried to wave him off.
"Fine." she croaked, her mouth going dry at the sight of him. Long legs wrapped tightly in a pair of perfectly fitted slacks, an all-black suit adorning his muscular physique. His shoulders seemed to strain against the constricting fabric, a slim black tie nearly blending in with the rest of the suit. His hair was the best part, though, pushed back into some sort of sexy style that revealed his sharp cheekbones and chiseled jaw, his stubble trimmed short. She could nearly see the cleft in his chin from the distance as he leaned against the far wall, swirling a drink in his glass boredly. Everyone else in the room seemed to melt away as soon as she saw him, more like eye-fucked him from across the room. She downed the rest of her drink, quickly asking the bartender for another.
"Doctor Belucci?" Laurant asked, and she blinked, tuning into what he had been saying.
"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" she smiled politely.
"I was wondering about your work here, in Wakanda." he asked with a charming smile, and she almost scoffed. He was trying way too hard to get her attention.
"Sorry Mr. Macron, that is all classified until we release our results to the public." she took another sip from her drink, shooting a glance across the room to rove over Bucky again.
"You couldn't even make an exception for me?" he nearly purred, leaning in with a predatory grin. He was handsome, sure, but not her type, and she was so not interested at the moment.
"I'm sorry Mr. Macron, but I'm sworn to secrecy." she took a step back, trying to keep her smile from falling into a grimace. "I believe you'll have to find entertainment elsewhere for the evening, I must converse with the Princess of an important matter." she excused herself as she saw Shuri nearby. She stalked over, her glass gripped tightly in her hand.
"Look at you!" the princess turned, ignoring the diplomat that seemed to be vying for her attention. Shuri was in a gorgeous white gown, her hair in braids hanging down her neck, a shawl draped elegantly over her elbows and across her back. "You look better than I could have dreamed of." she gushed, looking her up and down.
"I was surprised myself when I looked in the mirror." Donatella admitted, glancing down at herself before checking to see if Bucky had noticed her yet. If he did, he wasn't showing it, and she felt a pang of disappointment. She kind of wanted him to see her like this.
"I think we should throw more parties, I think you're quite ravishing. Have you seen Sergeant Barnes yet?" Shuri peered around with a knowing grin.
"I t-think he's around here somewhere." she avoided looking in the area she knew he was in.
"He looks very handsome this evening, wouldn't you agree?" Shuri teased.
"He always looks hot as hell, believe me I know." she muttered, taking another swig of her drink before a cool metal hand placed itself on her waist.
"Donatella." he breathed in her ear, and she almost choked again.
"B-Bucky!" she gasped, jumping nearly a foot in the air as he sidled close next to her.
"Well, you two make quite a striking pair." Shuri grinned sneakily at them, eyeing their matching black ensembles.
"You're wearing them." his hand reached up to caress her ear, metal fingers brushing against her neck. She shivered and tried to step back, but his arm curled tightly around her before she could, fusing her to his side.
"They're very lovely, Sergeant. If you'll excuse me, I believe I'll go chat with that handsome man over there." Shuri grinned, floating off with impressive poise.
"You look…" his eyes raked over her, a hungry look coming over his face. "Delectable." He murmured, extremely close to her, his face almost pressed into her neck.
"Thanks, I practically h-had to get molested by a woman in my bathroom to look like this." She forced a laugh, taking a sip of her drink. He smirked, leaning back and raking his gaze over her again.
"I'd pay to see that. Is she the reason you're late? The party started an hour ago, sweetheart." He grinned, probably letting his imagination run wild. The perv.
"No, I was on the phone actually. I wanted to show Stark and Peter my monkey suit. They thought I looked quite good as well." She shrugged, sipping her nearly empty drink. His smirk dropped into a scowl.
"Peter…?" He asked, and she almost snorted a laugh at the disdain dripping from his tone.
"Yes, Peter. He's become a good friend of mine over the past few months." She mentioned, and his hand tightened on her hip as he led her through the sea of bodies, taking her towards a less populated portion of the room.
"Good friend?" His jaw tightened. "Who is this guy, anyways?"
"You've met him… remember? Peter was in the spider suit?" She reminded him. He blinked, recognition falling over his features.
"That guy? You're close with… that guy?" He said, disbelief clear in his voice.
"Why are you so surprised?" She asked, a frown coming over her face as he came closer. Instead of holding her to his side, he was facing her now, practically pulling her into his chest.
"What is he to you?" He murmured, pulling her closer, his breath ghosting over her lips. "I can make you forget about him."
"Buck. He's a kid… he's like my little brother." She giggled nervously, leaning back and trying to avoid the inevitable. She drank in his expression, relishing in his embarrassment. His brows were furrowed, but his stance relaxed, and those piercing blue eyes glimmered with mirth. "Were you jealous?" She teased breathily as his eyes danced down over her body again. He set down his drink and placed his other hand around her, pulling her tightly towards him, crushing her arms between them, empty tumbler nearly sideways in her hand.
"Can you blame me? Don't think I didn't see the Frenchman trying to put his paws on you." His lips turned down into a sneer as he talked about him, his face pressing into her neck as he breathed in. His lips pressed against her pulse point and she gasped, practically melting against him.
"B-Bucky… we can't…" she almost whimpered as she pushed him away. He stopped with a groan, pulling backwards and staring intently into her eyes.
"Tell me you don't want me. Tell me there's no chance for us. Tell me you'll never love me again and I'll give up." He demanded, hands tight on her hips. Her breath came in heaving gasps at the intensity in his gaze, she couldn't. She couldn't tell him those things, because she couldn't even tell herself that she didn't love him. Her brain was screaming at her but her heart was pounding out of her chest.
"We can't do that stuff here. Later." She murmured, gripping her glass tightly. Later. She told him later. She gave in. Holy fuck, she gave in. And it was so easy, why the fuck did she give in? She had told herself, told everyone that she didn't want the heartache, but she gave in… and adrenaline pulsed through her, a smirk forming on her lips as she set her glass to the side. A matching smile graced his face as she pushed him towards the center of the room. She was tired of fighting him, she just wanted to feel good. "I believe you owe me a dance." She purred as they neared the massive orchestra that played. Something smooth and soulful was playing, and his flesh hand rested heavily on her hip as his metal one clasped her fingers between his, leading her in a slow dance.
"The new arm is perfect." He mentioned, glancing at his metallic fingers.
"I made some changes with you in mind. Did you know they didn't have a compartment for any knives in it?" She asked teasingly.
"I'm one lucky bastard knowing you're the one who made it." He smiled down at her, perfect teeth gleaming. God, this was too much. It was all way too much. But she liked it dammit, and she was allowed to be weak. It felt like her dream, the pair swaying as he whispered sweet nothings to her, and she felt her heart swell up and her stomach sink altogether.
"I missed you so much." She blurted out. His smile softened.
"I promise I'm never going to leave you again." He swore, gripping her tightly.
"Bucky, you can't make that promise." She shook her head. "I just… want to be with you while I can." She smiled weakly. "I gave in. I'm weak."
"You're not weak." He sighed, leaning close enough to press his forehead against hers. "You're so strong. I'm so sorry for putting you through this… but I'm selfish. And I want you. You're it for me, doll. It's always been you." He murmured, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips in the middle of the dance floor. She melted into him, dragging her feet across the floor as he continued their dance. He pulled away and she sighed, yearning for his lips to touch hers again but he glanced around with a smirk. "We probably shouldn't do that in public again." He commented.
"Oh, y-yeah." She replied, in a bit of a daze. He chuckled, whirling her faster as the tempo of the music sped up into something more fun. This was her Bucky, the one who danced like a dream and grinned down at her with sparkling eyes full of mischief and desire, full lips plump just begging to be kissed. She had missed him, so, so much. It almost hurt to think about it. But now she had him back, and she didn't want to let go. They moved like liquid through the throngs of people, completely in sync and melded tightly together.
"Would you like another drink, doll?" He smiled down at her as the song ended, and she nodded, slightly awed by the man in front of her. He could turn his charm on in a snap, transform from the dark, mysterious man of the night and into this handsome devil in an instant. It was impressive. She watched him walk away, eyes lingering on his tight… assets, she would say, his purposeful stride incredibly sexy to her.
"May I have this dance?" A hand tapped her shoulder, and she shifted to see Laurant behind her.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm taking a break from dancing for now." She smiled apologetically, stepping off the dance floor and towards the bar.
"I can't convince you? Maybe for a kiss, like the Winter Soldier bribed you with?" His eyes flashed dangerously, not flirtatiously, and her smile dropped into a scowl.
"Excuse me?" she huffed, crossing her arms.
"Well it just seems like you're just giving yourself away out here." he practically sneered.
"I'm sorry, but who I kiss and who I dance with for that matter is no concern of yours. You may be a guest here, but I am a professional in my place of work and I can get you booted out of here in a second." she was horrified at his implication. "I find your behavior very inappropriate, and I do not look forward to our next meeting." She turned, stalking away to where she could see Bucky waiting for their drinks. He'd been watching the whole ordeal it seemed, and his eyes roved over her heatedly, want clear on his features. Her breath hitched in her throat, but she reveled in the attention, purposefully swaying her hips before she reached his side and slid up onto the stool beside him.
"Did I ever tell you how hot it is when you're mad?" He murmured in her ear, tucking a strand of hair back as he spoke. "When I first saw you here, you were so feisty and you had red hair and I swore you were a dream. You were better than anything my imagination could come up with, though, and you punched me. I liked it." His low voice in her ear had her shivering, and she leaned closer as he slid her drink over to her. She was far too weak around him, but she couldn't bring herself to move away. He was enticing.
"I can do it again if you want." She nearly gasped as he pressed his lips to her pulse point again.
"I'll keep that in mind. But for tonight, I just want to get you out of those clothes and devour you until the sun rises. And then take you a few more times after that, just to make up for lost time." He mumbled into her skin, and she clenched her thighs, feeling way too turned on by the dirty talk. She took a large gulp of her whiskey, feeling it burn and slowly heat her body. Her skin felt sensitive, and it was way too good, feeling the way his lips mouthed over her neck.
"Bucky. Buck." She gasped, pushing him backwards. He leaned back to smirked at her, lips just begging to be kissed as her glass shook in her hand. "Let's get out of here." She murmured, and he smiled wide, picking up his untouched scotch and downing it in one go. Her throat went dry as she watched the movement of his neck as he swallowed, and she quickly finished her drink, trying not to lose control and threw herself at him in the middle of the ballroom. She grabbed his hand and snaked through the crowded area, successfully making it to the elevator nearest to her room.
"Come here." He pulled her to his chest once they were inside the elevator, his lips meeting hers and surely smudging her lipstick everywhere. She gasped and moaned as his hands moved to grip her ass, fingers digging in, and he pressed her up against the shiny golden wall, forcing her legs to wrap around his hips. The silk skirt of her dress rode up, exposing both of her legs to the chilly air as the elevator dinged, signifying they'd arrived on her floor. He put her down quickly, and she noticed he had red lipstick staining his lips. She was sure she was worse, but she smoothed her hair, clearing her throat before tugging him down the hallway. Once she made it to her room she almost gasped in relief, but Bucky slammed her against the door before she could even think to lock it.
He resumed their position from the elevator, his fingers gripping her thighs with almost bruising force. He slid his hands up and they reached her hips, his fingers slipping underneath the tiny strings that held up her underwear.
"Oh shit, I am one lucky bastard." He peered down at her barely clothed bottom half with a hungry look before his hands came back out from under her skirt, hoisting her thighs up a bit higher as he carried her from her spot at the door. She liked being at an angle above him, she had the perfect height to rake her hands through his hair and down to his broad, thick shoulders that felt solid and sexy under her fingertips. She gasped as he set her down, pulling his lips from hers. He spun her around so she could see herself in the mirror, his physique just behind hers. "Look how beautiful you are." He whispered in her ear, his flesh hand snaking to the back of her dress and slowly pulling the zipper down. With nothing holding the silken dress up, it slipped off her body like water, revealing the bustier set. He groaned, and she was secretly glad that she didn't wear the black cotton panties and strapless bra she had planned on, this was a much better set for a reunion with Bucky.
"Woah, hang on." She teetered in her heels as he pulled her back towards him, reaching down to take them off.
"No! Keep them on." He stopped her, and she glanced up at him with a shy smirk, straightening slowly and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"You're a perv." She grinned, pressing her lips back to his. He gripped her thighs, trying to hoist her back up but she stopped him, pushing her hands under his suit jacket and attempted to get it off without his help. He chuckled, shrugging it off and revealing the fitted dress shirt beneath that hugged his frame like a glove, and she groaned as she ran her hands over his torso. She tried to go for his tie next, but she was distracted by him nibbling on her lower lip. He backed her towards her bed, and she sighed at the soft sheets on her mostly bare skin.
"Is this all for me?" he asked, laying her out in front of him with a lecherous grin.
"Well, it was just for me, but I guess I can share with you, just this once." she teased as his hands travelled up her body, skimming over her breasts, and she yearned for him to just focus on one place dammit.
"Before we start" he breathed, face hovering over hers, his eyes dark and warm, capturing her attention. "I need to know that I have you again."
"Bucky, you never lost me." she nearly gasped as his hands gripped her waist tightly, a slow smile curling over his lips. And then he pressed a scorching kiss to her neck, and she was lost in the moment. She felt a low groan leave her as he peppered kisses down the column of her throat to her chest, closing his hot, wet mouth over one nipple through the fabric of the bustier. She shivered as he laved his tongue over the lace, wetting it and causing an aching friction against her sensitive flesh. His teeth latched onto the top of the cup, and he tugged downwards, revealing her from behind the constricting fabric. He went back to work, unobstructed, and she gasped when he left small love bites over her chest.
"You're gorgeous, doll." he murmured against her skin huskily.
"And you're wearing way too much." she grumbled, fingers going back to his tie and deftly unknotting it. "Don't get me wrong, the suit is really fucking hot, but right now I just want it off." she almost whined, fumbling to get the buttons undone on his shirt. He pushed her hands aside, ripping it open, buttons clattering over the floor. She swore that was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. "Holy shit you need to do that again sometime soon." she breathed, raking her fingers down his exposed, smooth chest.
"I hated that thing." he grumbled, shrugging the shirt off and tossing it to the floor.
"I'm going to buy you twelve more. Armani, maybe. Oh, hell yes to Armani." she gasped as he pushed her higher on the bed, his taut thigh between her legs as he dropped his mouth onto hers. His large arms wrapped around her and his chest pressed down on hers, and it felt so good to just be touching him that she almost didn't care if they stayed like that for the rest of the night. His lips moved slowly against hers, a scorching heat from his lips leaving her own swollen and begging for more as she ground herself against his leg.
"You're impatient this evening." he rasped teasingly, one of his hands pushing her hair back from her face.
"Can you blame me? I had a six month dry spell." she moaned as his other hand snaked around to squeeze her breast.
"I'm sorry." the hurt in his tone caused her heart to squeeze, and she brought her arms up to pull him into a hug.
"Just never do it again." she shook her head, and he nodded vigorously.
"Yes, ma'am." his lips captured hers in another scorching kiss. She groaned at his taste, she missed that so much. Instead of moving slow, it was much faster this time, frantic almost, and she felt him smile against her lips. Soon enough his mouth left hers, moving downwards again, and she groaned impatiently as he skimmed over her breasts again. Then he began to move down even more, and she gasped in anticipation, her hands tangling in his hair as his breath ghosted between her thighs, blowing cool air on her center.
"Oh my god." she groaned as he pressed a searing kiss over the fabric that had to be soaked through by now. His hands moved to grip her thighs gently, nudging them apart ever so slightly. She bucked her hips uncontrollably, practically begging him to get closer, and his metal hand snaked over her stomach, pressing her down firmly and holding her in place. His flesh hand moved towards her heat, pushing the fabric to the side to reveal her to him. Still holding her underwear to the side, his lips pressed against her swollen clit, and she gasped, a jolt of pleasure rocking her to her core. His metal hand prevented her from flinching or moving, or even sitting up further to see his actions, and her fingers raked over his scalp as his tongue flattened out over her lower lips. "Holy shit." she gasped as a finger slipped into her. It had been far too long since she'd felt him touching her like this.
He touched her slowly, using one finger pumping in and out at a languid pace, his lips ghosting over her bundle of nerves and causing her breathing to stutter every time he got closer. He was practically teasing her at this point, keeping her close to the edge without giving her enough to go over, and after what felt like hours she groaned in frustration.
"Bucky, go faster." she begged, pushing his face closer to her core with her hands and clenching her thighs around his head, probably suffocating him but she didn't care at that point, she really just needed to get off now. She felt him smile as he picked up the pace, curling his finger and creating more friction, and she threw her head back when his mouth moved against her clit, causing her to almost scream out at the sudden onslaught of sensation. Her thighs tightened around his head even more if that was possible, and she was sure the heels of her shoes were digging into his back, but at that moment frankly she didn't care as he brought her over the edge. She had to let go of his hair to grip the sheets next to her, grounding herself in the moment as her mind threatened to float off, her vision going white. She was practically boneless as he finished, her legs falling on either side of him as he crawled back up over her. She watched him, he looked dangerous, sexy, almost too good to be true as he got up onto his knees and braced himself over her.
"How was that, gorgeous?" he murmured, ghosting his lips over the shell of her ear. She panted, words escaping her as her weakened fingers came up to tug on his belt, trying to unfasten it and get him undressed the rest of the way. He chuckled, using one of his hands to help her in her endeavor. He unbuttoned his pants, pushing them off his delectable hips, revealing tight black boxer briefs. She greedily tugged those down as well, and he had to help her sit up as she struggled to get out of the rest of her things. She kicked the godforsaken heels off as soon as she had the chance, but her top half was another story.
"This fucking corset thing sucks." she grumbled as she tugged at the laces, trying her hardest to get out of it.
"Oh sweetheart, you've got marks from it." he frowned as they managed to wiggle it off, his hand ghosting over her sensitive skin where the ties had dug in.
"Beauty is pain." she shivered at his gentle touch. He managed to slip her underwear off her legs in a second before she was laid out in front of him, his hands trailing up and over her newly revealed skin. She grinned, pulling his hands closer to her, guiding his touch over her most sensitive areas. His hips nestled between her thighs, pressing his thick length against her. She let out a soft groan, moving against him, hoping to speed things up.
"Shh, hang on a moment gorgeous. I want to remember this." his eyes raked over her, a contented smile playing on his swollen lips.
"Bucky, I love you." she whispered, erasing what she'd said only a day before.
"I know." he smiled, leaning down to kiss her again, finally slipping himself into her, filling her up. She felt whole again, those torn, ragged edges on her heart healed over. There were scars, sure, but his touch soothed her, made her feel like she was worth it. She felt tears leaking out of her eyes, and he pulled back, his movements stilling. "What's wrong?" he murmured, metal fingers smoothing the tears away.
"I missed you so much. I finally feel real again." she admitted, tugging him back down to her. "They're good tears, I promise." she smiled softly, and a relieved grin broke over his face as he pressed his lips against hers again, the motion of his hips starting once more. She felt happy with him, so much just melted off her shoulders when he touched her, looked at her even. Nobody else would ever be able to make her feel this way, just like nobody had ever enraptured her like this before. He was her perfect match, even if they were nothing alike, even if they were born in two different time periods… none of that mattered as long as they were together.
So, I was supposed to update yesterday but I somehow completely forgot. I'm really sorry (even though I'm sure nobody noticed) and I'll try to get the next chapter up on Tuesday, which was the original plan for Ch 5. I hope you all liked what went on in this chapter, I tried to show the difficulties in their relationship as well as the dependence they have for each other, and how they'll win out every time to be together. Thanks so much for all of your support and love, it really makes me happy that I've been writing this and sharing it with you all!