AN: Thank you guys for the reviews/likes/follows! HOLY CRAPBALLS, I never thought this story would be this well received! I am so thrilled and it makes me so happy to get to work on each new chapter! Enjoy chapter 5...it's twisty goodness ;D
Rose rolled over in bed and stretched languorously, enjoying the feel of the soft sheets against her bare legs. She opened her eyes, having been awakened by the sounds of the London traffic outside their balcony. Turning on her side, Rose looked out and saw that Bucky was sitting out on the balcony with what looked like breakfast.
The clock beside the bed caught her eye and she was shocked to see it was 10:15am. Rose never got to sleep in anymore, and relished the opportunities when she had them. Smiling, she got out of bed, smoothed out her hair, and grabbed her cardigan before heading out onto the balcony.
Bucky looked up at her as she came out and smiled at her, a genuinely happy, Bucky smile. It warmed her through and she smiled back happily.
"Good morning. I ordered some breakfast for us. There's tea for you." He gestured to the teapot and Rose gave a small noise of delight as she sat down.
Bucky laughed at her reaction, "I've never known anyone who wasn't British who was so happy to have tea."
Rose poured the hot water over the tea diffuser filled with Earl Grey, and added lemon, cream, and honey with a dollop of sugar. "That's just because you drink swill known as coffee and won't let me make you a cup of heaven" she said, smiling as she stirred her tea. Rose picked out a bagel to have with her tea and smeared it with cream cheese, adding a large pile of fresh fruit to her plate.
Bucky loved watching her eat, she never picked at her food or pretended she wasn't hungry, and she always reveled in her meals, taking delight in how it was prepared. Rose sat back, closing her eyes, sipping her tea, enjoying the warm sun on her face, aware that Bucky was watching her, but unwilling to say anything first.
Bucky took his time reading the newspaper and eating his breakfast, all the while sneaking glances at Rose, who was eating her breakfast and sunning herself beside him. When Rose had finished her breakfast but had made no move to get up he finally spoke, "So, we've had no contact from Dmitri or any of his people overnight."
Rose nodded thoughtfully, "So what should we do today? They said they would contact us."
"We should probably stay in the room" Bucky said absentmindedly, looking out over the city.
Rose quirked an eyebrow, "Right, well I suppose if you're up for going all day, I can make that happen" she said with a wicked grin.
Bucky's head snapped around, his bright blue eyes going wide at her insinuation. He coughed, choking on his words, "I-ah-um…Perhaps phrased that wrong?"
Rose stood up from the table, laughing softly and patted his chest before walking into the room tossing her words over her shoulder, "Well, for now why don't we do touristy stuff. See what we have energy for later, eh?" Bucky heard her laughter continue as she went into the bathroom, presumably to get dressed.
"Shit!" Bucky ran a hand over his face and pushed his hair out of the way. "SHIT!" he said again, wishing there was a way to get her out of his head. Her coy words had once again led to images of them, together, in his head. The idea of them spending all day in bed together….amazing. He wanted that, but they needed to focus on the mission. FOCUS. Bucky groaned softly, stood, and walked back into the room, if he was going to play both Winter Soldier and tourist, he needed to change.
Rose and Bucky spent the better part of four hours visiting landmarks such as the Tower of London, the London Eye, and Westminster, trekking all over the city in an attempt to see if their "stalker", as they had taken to calling him, would follow. Finally, after growing bored with seeing the sights of a city both had been to multiple times, Rose turned to Bucky and asked, "Can we go shopping? Pretty please? I don't ever get the chance to do shopping internationally and I would really love to try and expense it."
Laughing at her eagerness, Bucky sighed and nodded his agreement. Giving an uncharacteristic squeal of delight, she grabbed his arm and pulled him down the street to a local boutique she had wanted to check out from trips previously. Rose sighed with happiness upon entering and immediately started picking through the racks.
She picked up a blue dress with a v-cut down to the navel and asked Bucky, "How exactly is one supposed to wear this without falling out?" and laughed at his perplexed face.
"You know, I have no idea. In my day, there were a very select few women who would wear something even similar to that" Bucky said with a "if you know what I mean" look on his face.
Rose giggled and put it back on the rack, "Well I certainly don't plan on buying that little fabric for that amount of money." She continued to walk around, picking up items, asking Bucky's opinion, sometimes accepting it and putting them back, other times ignoring him and holding onto them. When she had accumulated what he thought was a large number of items, she walked to the dressing rooms and started hanging her items.
Rose pointed to the small settee outside the door and said, "Why don't you sit and give me your opinion?" Bucky gulped, nodded and sat.
Rose closed the door and smiled wickedly to herself. "Let's see if he can handle this" she whispered almost voicelessly to herself. She took off her own jeans and tshirt and replaced them with a high waisted pencil skirt, and emerald green blouse with a bow. Rose had picked out items to mimic the era he had been from, and ones from this era she had seen bring appreciation to his eyes in the past.
Opening the door she sauntered out and did a slow turn, savoring the look on Bucky's face. "What do you think?"
Bucky thought he was in trouble. The outfit was one he would have seen before he went to war with Steve, before Hydra, before everything, and man…did Rose have the body for it. He nodded, "You look great Rose." She didn't just look great, she looked amazing, tantalizing, and he crossed his arms over his chest, feeling the urge to grab her and run his hands over her.
He watched her smile slowly, like she was savoring something sweet. Shit….he was in so much trouble.
"What else do you have?" he asked quickly, hoping to get this over rapidly.
"Hold on, be right back" Rose said as she shut the door behind her. "I think I found something for us to use tonight. I think we should go out to a club. I mean we can't just wander around the city."
The door opened again and Bucky swore to God his heart stopped. Rose was standing before him in a black dress that barely covered….anything. With a corset top made of sheer lace and a spandex bottom, her body was shown in wonderful, excruciating detail.
Rose cocked her head to the side, "What do you think?" she asked innocently, fully aware that Bucky was struggling to find words.
Bucky finally looked up to her face, and said, "I think that every man in the club will wish he was me. You ready to check out?" Rose was momentarily stunned at his flippant response, and then thought to herself, Way to go Bucky! Time to get in the game!
Turning her back to him she asked, "Can you unzip me? Then I'll be ready to go." There was a moment of nothingness, and then she felt his warm body behind her, and then his large hand pulling the zipper down, down, down. She heard him suck in his breath when he saw she wore no bra, and took in the sight of her plain black lace rimmed underwear.
He stood behind her, hand resting on her waist, breath hitting her shoulder, wrestling with himself. Just one touch…that's all…it wouldn't hurt anything. COME ON. His body shouted at him to touch her, but the rational part of his brain that was focused on the mission screamed it was a bad idea.
Rose could feel the warmth of Bucky's hand on her waist; she could practically feel him thinking, trying to make a decision. She wanted to grab him and pull him into the dressing room and kiss him, but it needed to be his decision, so she stood still, feeling his warm breath on her shoulder, sending little shivers of pleasure over her body.
His resistance broke; his hand slid inside the dress, grabbing her waist, pulling her against him. Bucky pushed them into the dressing room, out of sight, and began to kiss her neck, eliciting quiet moans from both of them. Rose pushed her hips back into his, winding her arm back to grip his head, pulling him tighter against her, "Don't stop Bucky" she moaned.
Her breathy moan goaded him on and he kicked the door shut behind them, pushed Rose against the wall, breaking away and kneeling down to trail kisses down her back, drawing a gasp from Rose. He knew she had been trying to get a rise out of him with the clothes, and he also knew that they were in public, but his body didn't want to listen to that reasoning.
Placing one last kiss to the small of her back, he stood abruptly, cutting off the kisses and zipped up the dress, leaning in to whisper, "Two can play that game" before walking out of the dressing room, shutting the door behind him.
Bucky's heart was pounding as he walked out of the dressing room. He had to stop and adjust himself, and then continued out into the main store. What had he been thinking? What was he doing? He should go back in and finish what he started.
The idea was so appealing he almost turned around. Bucky stopped himself by thinking of the fact that they were in public and that it had been a year since he had consciously been with a woman. He needed to make anything that happened with Rose last longer than ten minutes and not be in a shop dressing room. God damn.
Rose stood in shock, head against the dressing room wall. Her heart was pounding, and she was fighting the urges to either go after Bucky, throw him on the floor and get what they both needed, or kill him. It was a tough call at this point. Which was why she was currently mimicking a statue.
Rose thought while she stood. She had mentioned a club, but not what type. Two can play the game, huh, well get ready Bucky, because now the other player is ready to lie cheat and steal to win-she thought to herself.
Grinning, Rose stripped off the dress and pulled on her own clothes. She had prep work to do for tonight and dinner was in order, as well as calling a contact to get them into the club. Smiling widely, she put her items on the rack and walked over to Bucky who was waiting by the door.
"Ready to go?" she asked, smiling, giving no indication as to her thoughts. Bucky looked at her warily, not trusting her easy, open smile.
"I didn't like the dress, it wasn't the right look for tonight. So, why don't we go get some dinner?" Rose smiled again at him as she walked out the door, Bucky close behind, wondering if he had started something he couldn't finish.
HEHEHEHEHEHE-sorry! I had SO MUCH FUN writing this chapter! I am already working on ch6, and I swear it'll make you squirm :D Till next time lovelies!