A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for a bit of a wait on this chapter, I'll try and get another one up in a week or earlier. Enjoy!

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The whole morning shopping with Wanda, Aurora felt ready to burst. She wanted so badly to gush to her friend about Mr Barnes- Bucky. But she knew she couldn't. She could never tell Wanda how he made her heart flutter and pound in her chest, or how he comforted her, or how his apartment made her feel as safe as being in his arms. She couldn't say a word. And it damn near killed her.

When she got home, she went straight to her room to re-check her hair and makeup before Bucky arrived to pick her up. She debated on changing clothes, but figured that her short, maroon jumpsuit would do. She charged her phone quickly before snatching it up and heading for the door. And she nearly even made it.

"Where are you going? Didn't you just get back?" Her mother's voice cut her escape plan in half.

The door was in reach. So close.

"I'm going back out again. I'll be home later. Call if you need anything," Aurora didn't bother turning around as she spoke, before reaching forward and yanking open the door and quickly slipping out before her mother could say any more. She had had a good morning with Wanda, despite her troubles with having to keep secrets from the girl, and she planned on having a good afternoon with Bucky; she didn't want her mother ruining that.

She went down to the back carpark and three minutes later Bucky's now-familiar car pulled up. She smiled as soon as she saw him, a burst of nerves exploding in her stomach. She glanced over her shoulder before sliding inside.

"Hey," she said on a breath, looking him over. He looked gorgeous, as always, in just a long-sleeved t-shirt and jeans.

He was looking at her as well, although his eyebrows were furrowed a little with worry. "Hey," he echoed, his own eyes sweeping briefly over her. "Are you ok?" He gulped, shifting to face her more. "After yesterday."

She assumed he meant her fight with her mother, but it was possible he also meant the two of them, what had happened between them. "I'm fine," she assured him, because it was her default response. It wasn't until the words had left her mouth that she realised she didn't have to be fine, not with him.

He nodded, looking like he didn't quite believe her. "And you're…" He paused, unsure. "You're still sure about this?… About us?" He sounded apprehensive and her heart contracted in her chest.

"Yeah," she said quietly. "I'm sure." And she was; she wanted to keep feeling the way he made her feel and ever since the day before she had been craving his touch desperately.

He studied her for a few moments, then a smile slowly stretched his lips. "Good. So am I."

As they drove toward his apartment, he asked, "What did your mum say after you got home yesterday?"

Aurora glanced down, pursing her lips. "She uh…" She trailed off, closing her eyes momentarily and remembering the horrible way in which her mother had spoken about her brother. "Can we not talk about it?" She said, looking up and over at him. "I don't want to think about it right now."

His eyebrows furrowed, like he didn't really agree with the coping mechanism of 'ignore it until it goes away', but it was one that he was horribly guilty of himself, so he let it slide. "Yeah, of course."

He asked about her day and she told him about her shopping trip with Wanda. When they arrived at his apartment complex, Bucky got out and hurried around to open her door for her. She grinned a little at that and took his offered hand. It was their first physical contact of the day, and she clung to his hand all the way up the stairs of his building.

When they got into his apartment, she once again felt that immediate sense of comfort that comes from being home. Which was strange, really, considering she'd only been in his apartment once before and it had only been for a few short hours. But still, it made her feel warm inside and soothed, like the aura of the whole place was just good.

"Do you want something to eat?" He offered, throwing his keys into a bowl and kicking his shoes off.

She hummed for a moment, deliberating. "Maybe in a bit? I ate with Wanda."

He nodded his agreement and sunk down onto the couch. She looked at him for a moment - he was so handsome, especially when he was at ease in his own home - before sitting down next to him. They fell into an easy chatter, talking about school and college and avoiding too serious topics like the plague.

They got onto the subject of Portland and Aurora got a wistful glint in her eyes. She had spoken to her old best friend, Willow, two days previous, and it had made her miss home even more than usual.

"Did you uh...Did you have a boyfriend there?" Bucky asked, trying to sound nonchalant, un-intrusive. It didn't quite work, but Aurora didn't really mind.

"Yeah," she said, looking down to where her leg was folded up on the couch and pressing against his. "Yeah I did. But we ended it before I came here."

He frowned at that, looking away for a moment. "I'm sorry."

She shrugged. "It happens."

"How long were you two together?"

She knew he wasn't trying to be nosy, only curious to get to know her better. "About six months. He was nice, I guess."

Bucky's eyebrows furrowed. "You guess?"

She shrugged, although her heart was tugging in her chest. "He didn't interest me that much." It was a lie; blatant and painful. She'd been half in love with Dylan Lux when she had been ripped from Portland and away from him. But pretending that she didn't feel as much as she did made it easier to pretend the pain wasn't a constant reminder of what she had lost. She wasn't one to drown in her sorrows. Best to ignore them until they went away.

But Bucky was frowning at her and he shifted a little, turning to face her more. "Do I interest you?" He questioned, eyes intently staring at her, awaiting her response.

Shit. She'd gotten herself into a bit of a situation, but Aurora could handle it. When you grow up with parents like hers, diplomacy becomes a second language at a very young age. "I wouldn't be here if you didn't."

However, his frown only deepened at that and he sighed, pulling his leg away from hers and putting a few inches between their bodies. "Aurora this…What we're doing is serious. In some states of America, I could go to jail for this. I would definitely lose my job and you'd probably be expelled."

Aurora's throat went dry and her expression darkened. She knew the repercussions of what they were doing, but when he said it like that it sounded so…real.

When he saw her face he reached out and grasped her hand, holding it tightly in his. "I'm not saying that to try and scare you," he assured her, his tone gentler than before. "But this is serious for me. I want you to know that. If this is just some fling for you, something to pre-occupy you because you're bored or something, then you need to tell me now. I don't want us going into this thinking it's two different things."

That made Aurora think, really think. She knew this was serious, but she hadn't really thought about it like that. So she sat in silence for a few moments, mulling it over as he stared at her, a little anxiety seeping through his expression.

Am I serious about this? I have to be sure. She looked at his handsome face. I don't want to hurt him. That's the last thing I want to do.

She wondered, briefly, if her infatuation in him would fade, if she would get bored - like he said - and she would move on to one of the football players in her school team. It had happened before, more than once, with more than one boy at her old school. She would be absolutely besotted with a boy, she would go on a few dates with him, make out with him a few times and then the fire would dim. She would get bored and move on because above all Aurora did not like boredom. She wanted something exciting, exhilarating, someone who made her heart pump. Would she get bored of Bucky?

She thought of their kiss the day before, how she had felt right before he had leaned in and touched his lips to hers and how she had felt after, when fireworks had exploded throughout her body.

No, she decided, with only the certainty and conviction that a Prince girl could have after only moments of deliberation. No I will most certainly not get bored of him or the way he makes me feel.

She met his gaze strongly, which had been studiously examining her face whilst she thought. "This is serious to me too," she said confidently. "I mean it. I've never felt like this before…not with anyone."

He let out a long breath, sinking back into the couch with relief. His hand slid up her wrist, his thumb brushing over her skin softly. "Good."

The amount that he clearly cared, already, made her heart contract in her chest. She bit her lip and shifted closer. His eyes snapped to her as she put her hand on his chest, slowly sliding it upward until she was cupping his cheek. She leaned forward, her eyes fluttering closed, before kissing him. Their lips met and he moaned aloud at just that small touch. Her heart was immediately in a frenzy, her pulse quickening to a frantic rate. Arousal burst through her, making her whole body feel hot. She deepened the kiss as his arms wound around her, pulling her onto his lap. She could feel he was already hard through his pants and God it just made her even more turned on. Their tongues tangled together, the kiss turning just this side of desperate. Her fingers went to his hair, running through it and curling into the strands as he wrapped his arms around her, pressing their chests flush together.

When her lungs screamed for air, she pulled back gasping. Her skin was a fallen power line, frayed and exposed and his touch was the spark that ignited it, that made it explode in fragments of white and blue light.

His fingers tangled in her hair and he tugged it, tilting her head back before his lips connected with her throat. He sucked and bit and nipped his way down to her collarbone before rocking his hips up into hers and making her gasp in pleasure, her fingernails biting into his shoulders. His hands travelled up and down her back before dipping lower and cupping her ass. He pulled her against him and she ground down to try and relieve some of the pressure building up inside of her. Hands were grasping, pulling, clawing. Their lips met again harshly, Bucky's teeth sinking into her lip and causing her to whimper. She rolled her hips against his again and they both moaned at the same time, their voices mixing together with their heavy breathing, with the wet sound of lips against each other.

Bucky managed to pull back and open his eyes long enough to look at her. She looked like a beautiful wreck; her usually perfect hair a mess, her lips swollen and her pupils blown wide with lust. He'd never seen something so beautiful in his life. "Maybe," he gasped out, moaning at another roll of her hips, "Maybe we should slow down."

Aurora grimaced, much too turned on to stop now. "I have a much better idea," she smirked, before dragging her lips across his jaw and then pushing off of his lap, sidling down his body to kneel in front of him.

"Oh God," he groaned at the sight of her on her knees, peering up at him through her thick eyelashes, those dark eyes more lustful than ever. Her hands slid under his t-shirt, trailing down his toned stomach for a moment before she grasped his belt and began undoing it. He squeezed his eyes closed for a second before shifting his hips forward to allow her better access. She got the button and fly of his jeans and quickly undid them, before tugging his pants and underwear down to his knees. He lifted his hips to allow her. His member sprang free, curving slightly up toward his stomach. For a few moments she just looked; it was bigger than her previous boyfriend's had been, by a fair amount.

It was only then that nerves began exploding in her stomach. It wasn't like this was particularly new to her, but she knew that Bucky (looking the way he did) had to be ridiculously experienced in the sex department. What if he thought she was crappy?

With a renowned sense of anxiety, she reached out and wrapped a hand around him. When he moaned in response to even that simple touch, some of her apprehension faded. She slowly pulled her hand up and down his length before leaning forward and taking him into her mouth. His hand went to her hair, tangling in it gently, like he wasn't entirely sure he was allowed to. It reassured her - he was a little apprehensive about all of this as well.

She bobbed her head up and down, up and down, twisting her hands at the base as she did so. His grip on her hair slowly began tightening, his fingers curling into her scalp as he began to guide her. His hips jerked up a bit as he groaned in pleasure. Then he pulled her up, her lips popping off of his erection so that he could kiss her messily. His lips met hers harshly, his teeth scratching across her tongue as he sucked it into his mouth. She continued to pump her hand up and down as their lips tangled. She rubbed her legs together, where a wetness was gathering as her arousal continued to grow and grow. It only took a few more minutes and then, with a cry of her name and a sloppy kiss against her neck, he came, spilling over her hand and onto the bottom of his t-shirt.

They stayed like that, panting and messy, for a few solid minutes. Their foreheads were resting together, Aurora's lipstick non-existent and Bucky's breathing harsh and shallow.

"Jesus Rora," he eventually breathed before pressing his lips to hers briefly, but passionately. He reached behind her, his chest pressing against hers briefly, and grabbed a box of tissues that were lying on the coffee table. He snatched some out and wiped the cum away from her hand, before hastily doing the same to his shirt. He pulled his underwear back up, but kicked his jeans off. She went to stand on slightly shaky legs but he growled under his breath and quickly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down to his lap. "Where do you think you're goin'?" He muttered, breath fanning over her neck as he ran his hands up her back. She put her own hands on his shoulders, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as he kissed her collarbone.

Then, in one sudden movement, he had her on her back. He hovered over her, his strong, clothed arms bracketing each side of her head. He stroked her chin with his thumb and kissed her cheek before slowly moving one of his legs up between hers. He pushed his thigh against her wet heat, causing her to whimper and cling to him tightly. "Bucky," his name was gasped from her lips again and again as he slowly worked his way down her body, his hands sliding up and down her sides. One hand went down to rest on her upper thigh, his fingers brushing over the soft and sensitive skin. His hand crept up, up, until he was under the shorts of her jumpsuit. She arched her hips upward, desperate for his touch and he grinned against her skin as she raked her fingernails through his hair.

Just as his fingers were brushing across her soaked panties, the shrill and sudden noise of her cell phone ringing startled the couple. Bucky growled in utter irritation, reluctantly pulling his hands away as she sat up and snatched her loud phone from the coffee table. It was her dad.

Her eyebrows furrowed and she sighed in annoyance. "I'm sorry, i have to take this."

He pursed his lips and nodded, sitting up against the other end of the couch.

Aurora pressed answer and put the phone to her ear, standing up as she righted her clothes. It was unnecessary, really - it wasn't like her dad could see her through the phone - but nonetheless, it just felt wrong to speak to a family member with her clothes bunched up from a man's hands. "Father. What can I do for you?"

"Hello, Aurora. Your presence is needed at home. Where are you? I can pick you up," her father sounded pre-occupied, which was practically the story of her life. She imagined him, sending an email flagged 'important' to a colleague in China or booking his next flight to Korea for a 4 day trip with only two meetings actually scheduled. The story of her freaking life.

"I'm out with a friend. I can get my own way home - don't come and pick me up. Why am I needed, exactly?" She turned her back to Bucky, who was looking at her strangely, as if that would somehow keep him from hearing her conversation.

"We're taking the Yang's out for dinner tonight. Please don't tell me you forgot. They're only over from China for a few more days and I really need to close this deal with them. They have a son around your age remember? So wear something pretty."

Aurora glanced over her shoulder, praying that Bucky hadn't heard that last comment, but from the look on his face, he'd heard every word.

"I'll be home soon. I'll be ready on time, I promise," she said, although she felt a little sick in her stomach.

"Good. I hope you've been brushing up on your Mandarin." He didn't wait for her to reply, hanging up before she could get another word in.

She slowly lowered the phone, before turning around. "I'm sorry," she said, although she kept her tone neutral. "I have to go."

"Yeah I got that," he said, not meeting her gaze. Then he stood and his eyes locked with hers. "So what, your dad dresses you up and uses you as a tool to close deals?" His voice was bordering on angry and she felt nerves prick up in her stomach. She didn't want to make him angry; it, for some odd reason, reminded her that he was a teacher, made her feel like a student being scolded for being late to class.

"It's not like that," she said quietly, even though it was. It really, really was. Her father had done it more times than she could count, to not only her but her mother as well, and with not only boys Aurora's age, but older men. "But it's important. This dinner's been planned for awhile now and it's a big deal for my father. I just totally forgot. I've been...distracted." She'd been so caught up in her secret affair with Bucky, that she'd totally spaced on the dinner.

Bucky sighed, standing and slowly walking toward her. He reached out and curled his fingers around her hips, drawing her closer. His body heat wrapped around her as she gently placed her hands on his shoulders. "I don't like the thought of you leaving unsatisfied, when I finished and you didn't. I don't want you to think that that's what-"

"Hey," she cut him off, sliding her hands up to cup each side of his neck. "I'm the one that has to leave remember? Besides, you'll make it up to me."

He let out a long breath and nodded. "I will," he promised. "C'mon I'll drop you home."

A short while later they were pulling up in the back carpark of her skyrise building.

Aurora ran her fingers through her hair a few times to ensure it wasn't messy. Bucky was watching her closely, seemingly studying her with his intense gaze.

"I'm sorry I had to leave so suddenly," she said, saddened that their time together had been cut short because she clearly couldn't schedule things properly.

"It's alright," he said, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel absent mindedly. "I'll uh...I'll talk to you later?"

Aurora hid a small smile, her heart fluttering in her chest. She nodded. "Yeah. I'll call or text you."

"Ok," he murmured and hesitated only a second before leaning over and cupping her cheek. He brought her head closer to his before placing a soft kiss on her lips that left her whole body ringing. "Bye."

"Bye," she echoed quietly, before reluctantly departing the car. She could feel his gaze on her the whole way across the parking lot.

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