**I didn't forget about you guys, I promise! I moved into a bigger apartment this weekend and my ISP dropped the ball...so much that I've been without net for ages (technically four and a half days...but close enough)**
**This is going to be one of those maturity warning chapters, just fyi. Like last time, you will have a warning before things get serious**
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Chapter Ten: A Bit Of A Kick
Steve leaned back on the couch, staring into the fireplace, watching the soft flames dance out from the grates below. He preferred the crackle and snap of the flames as they bit at wooden logs, but a gas flame was a decent alternative. Night had already cascaded across the horizon, blanketing the city in darkness; salvaged only by the soft glow of street lights.
He could barely hear the sounds of the shower, coming from the master bedroom. Steve smirked and shook his head, recalling the training session from earlier. Natasha was relentless, but Kade matched her near strike for strike by the end of the evening, practically to the point both of them were panting and sweating; but still going strong. Kade came out with only a few minor bruises and a busted lip, which had him sighing with relief; the last thing he needed was to rile Bucky further.
A short knock at the door snapped him out of his thoughts and he pushed himself off the couch, heading for the door. He approached slowly, glancing down at his shield briefly before he took his sight for the peep hole; seeing a young man dressed in a delivery uniform.
Steve sighed and pulled the deadbolt back, opening the door to greet an oriental youth; his red ball-cap indicating he was from New China.
"Hey man, two sesame chicken?" he asked.
"Yep, that's us, gimmie just a second" Steve remarked, turning around and heading for the kitchen counter.
"Seventeen ninety three right?" Steve asked.
He didn't even notice the silence before a hand came across his chin, forcing his head to the left too quickly for him to resist. Steve felt the sting of a needle as it was buried into the right side of his neck, unable to fight his attacker before he lost feeling in his limbs, quickly losing consciousness afterward. The captain crumbled down to the floor at the feet of the youth, out cold. The boy smirked, tossing the syringe on top of Steve's body and looking over to the left, seeing the hallway that led toward the bedroom. The youth bent down, placing his hand over Steve's forehead and closing his eyes.
When he opened his eyes, the dark orbs were now a light blue. His delivery uniform shifted into a dark blue shirt and khaki pants; identical to the ones Steve was currently wearing. His facial features changed, melting away from an oriental youth, to the late twenties Caucasian man that was known around the world as Captain America. He slowly stood up, stalking across the living room and down the hallway.
Kade pulled the t-shirt over her head, adjusting it down to the hem of her bed-shorts before she pulled her hair out from behind the shirt. She teased her fingers within her damp hair, looking back at the section of the fogged up mirror she had cleared with her hand; the steamy remnants of her shower still dancing about the room. The bruise on her lip was already the fading tinge of blue, decorated by the small red cut across her skin.
She took in a deep breath, letting her mind drift back to her training. Kade was glad that this Romanoff woman showed up, she proved to be a very valuable training buddy, mostly for the fact she seemed ten times more ruthless than Steve; if not just a little bit faster…she had the bruised up body to prove it. Kade released her breath slowly, turning toward the door and yanking it open. Her heart went up in her throat and she flinched violently, a squeak of surprise leaping past her lips as she set her eyes on Steve, leaning casually against the dresser near the door.
"Christ Steve…are you trying to give me a heart attack?" she breathed, managing function enough in her knees to walk over to the bed.
"Sorry" he chuckled.
"Dinner here yet?"
"Not yet"
"What's taking them so long, we ordered like…thirty minutes ago" she grumbled, sitting down on the side of the bed and rifling a bottle of lotion out from it.
"I don't know" he replied, jamming his hands in his pockets.
Kade squeezed out a small amount of lotion onto the palm of her hand before tossing the bottle back in her bag. She rubbed the lotion between her hands for a moment then placed a hand on each leg, rubbing the length of her calves down. The silence ringing in her ears brought her attention to the fact that Steve was still standing there, watching her so intently; an unfamiliar look in his eyes that she couldn't place.
"Steve…are you okay?" she asked, gazing over at him with a concerned look.
"Yea I'm fine…why?"
"Because you're standing there staring at me…kinda creeping me out" she hinted, raising her eyebrows at him questionably.
"I'm sorry" he replied, albeit awkwardly.
Kade watched intently as he shifted his weight, suddenly avoiding her eyes; she didn't need to know him personally to know that this was odd behavior for him.
"Steve?" she asked, rising to her feet and slowly approaching him.
He continued to avoid her eyes, staring down at the floor and shifting uncomfortably. She stood in front of him, studying his face, seeing the smallest drop of sweat bead up on his forehead; something wasn't right. No sooner had the tight grip on uneasiness settled over her stomach, did he finally raise his eyes, bearing an unfamiliar smirk, his soft blue eyes now golden yellow with a vertical black slit of a pupil. Steve quickly pulled a hand from his pocket, raising it to the center of her neck. Kade felt the cool kiss of metal snake its way around her throat before she had a chance to realize what he had in his hand. He reached forward, grabbing the device now locked around her neck and yanked her closer, letting loose a low chuckle as he thrust a fist into her stomach.
Kade barked in pain, doubling over as the pain radiated from the point where his fist had driven into her. A hand grabbed her shoulder, roughly throwing her down and into the front of the dresser. Kade briefly saw stars when she felt her forehead connect with the sturdy wood of the furniture, unable to stop herself from crumbling down into the floor at his feet. Catching her breath was hard enough, each intake bringing with it the pulsing pain coming from her stomach.
"You are a tough one to find Kadence…" he sneered.
She fought back a rush of nausea, hearing Steve's voice twisted so easily.
"…but I guess that's why they sent me to hunt you down" he finished.
Kade looked up, trying to focus her vision through the dizzying pain in her head, seeing him fish something from his pocket, bringing it to his teeth; it bore the familiarity of a syringe. She set her sights on the object, no sooner feeling the rush of her power in her mind when a searing pain shot out from her neck, stabbing across her nerves like arcs of electricity. She howled in pain, settling down to the floor while the aftermath of the pain finished coursing through her blood.
"Has a bit of kick doesn't it?..." he laughed, seeming thoroughly amused.
"…that's the newest model…compliments of the Triad" he snickered, going to his knees and reaching for her.
She curled her lip at him, biting back the remnants of pain as she thrust her legs around, wrapping them around his neck, trapping his head between her knees, forcing his upper body to keep distance. He moved his needle armed hand to stab her with it, and she managed to catch his wrist with her right hand, using her left forearm as an additional barricade.
"Steve!" she cried.
"Your friend went nighty night…he can't help you" he growled.
Her arms ached, still not fully recovered from the training session from earlier, and she could feel her strength starting to fail under his push; her arms quivering as the needle inched closer and closer to her shoulder. She silently praised one fact, and that was had he copied Steve's strength as well as he copied the looks…she'd be drugged already. However, that praise did nothing to help her situation. The real Steve was down, she was alone now, powerless, and inches away from being taken by the Triad.
The elevator chimed as the doors slid open, and Bucky reluctantly stepped out into the hallway. He made his way to the apartment, gritting his teeth in some attempt to clear his thoughts; his earlier attempts to vent giving him nothing but the prospect of broken knuckles on his right hand…and a decent sized dent in the brick wall of the gym. He wasn't really sure why he was so upset with her, when the initial shock wore off he felt part proud; feeling like he was part of something good for a change. The idea of it though was what he pegged to be the source of his rage.
She was supposed to stay off the radar, and having a kid named after the Winter Soldier was the farthest thing from doing just that. It was a reckless move that could have gotten her killed, whether or not Jamie was compliant with using an alias. He had his reasons to be mad, but it took him the better part of the afternoon to convince himself he may have overreacted just a little bit; chalk communication skills on the list of things he still needed to work on. Nevertheless…the only thing he was worse at than talking…was apologizing.
He pulled the keys from his pocket, raising his gaze up to the door and he hesitated in his steps, his heart feeling as if it stopped completely. The front door seemed to be wide open, with a plastic takeout bag dropped at the doorway. Bucky pulled the gun attached to his hip, keeping it aimed low as he hugged the wall, letting natural instinct take over and guide his movements. He peeked around the doorway, quickly scanning the living room, seeing Steve laid out near the kitchen; seemingly unconscious.
Bucky slid into the apartment, gun raised, checking his corners and eyes darting for any sign of movement as he moved toward the kitchen. After ensuring the kitchen was clear he lowered himself beside his friend, pressing his hand against Steve's chest.
"Steve!" he hissed, shaking the man, only to get no response.
His blood went deftly cold when sounds of a struggle danced across his ears.
"Kade!" he called, on his feet in an instant.
"Bucky!"
Her voice was strained, desperate and coming from the bedroom. Bucky bolted toward the hall, aiming down into the room to see a man who looked identical to Steve, kneeling down over something; and he saw her legs wrapped defiantly around his head to keep him at bay. The rage that suddenly rushed through his veins was beyond measure, and while he had the aim to take the man out without so much as grazing her…he had a better idea in mind.
Bucky holstered his gun as he raced down the hall, stopping just short of them and taking the man by the back of the shirt with his left hand, slinging him backward off of her; seeing a syringe fall to the floor by her side. As she panted and crawled backward, Bucky saw the fear in her eyes, bearing the same look as she did when she first saw him that day in D.C. He turned his heated gaze over at the man, watching him struggle to regain his bearings; quickly finding a new vent for his rage.
He came on the man quick, grabbing a handful of his shirt with his right hand and forcing him down to the floor, bringing his left fist back before slamming it down into the man's face. Bucky couldn't explain the pleasant feeling that tickled his nerves, feeling the jarring sensation radiate through his bionic arm as his knuckles connected with flesh, the hollow sound that flesh covered bone would make when it was struck; the sight of the blood against his enemy's skin.
Seconds felt like hours, he could have struck the man once, he could have struck him ten times, he couldn't tell. His heart was pounding in his ears, drowning out everything but the sound of his punches. Bucky finally stopped, feeling the weightless pull on his right hand, indicating that he had beaten the man unconscious, and it wasn't until then that Bucky realized that he no longer looked like Steve, but took the form of a man in his early twenties, scrawny build with sandy blonde hair shaved close to his scalp; facial features were beyond anything recognizable. It took several minutes before he finally stood up, dropping the bloodied man to the floor and stepping back slowly.
His breath came out in ragged heaves, keeping a deathly glare on the stranger; as if waiting for some sign he wasn't quite finished. Bucky backed up until the corner of the dresser bit at his back, looking down at his left hand, seeming only partially satisfied by the blood coating his metallic knuckles. He looked back at her, seeing her leaning against the wall, still out of breath, but at least gathered enough to stand.
Bucky advanced on her, grabbing her roughly by the forearms, startling her in the process and yanking her into his arms; wrapping his own arms around her tightly. Kade was motionless, if not rigid for a moment, as if taken aback by the action. Once her brain caught up with the rest of her, her arms went around him, reaching upward to grip his shoulder-blades and resting the side of her face against his chest.
She could hear the heavy beat of his heart, the warmth of his body against hers, the gentle iron hold of his arms; it was almost calming. As the rate of her heartbeat steadily slowed to normal, his did as well.
"I'm sorry" he rasped.
"Shut up Bucky…just shut up" she murmured, burying her face into his shirt as she took a steadying breath.
"If this entire applicator was used, he got dosed with enough tranquilizer to put down a horse" Bruce sighed, inspecting the barrel of the syringe as he kneeled by Steve.
"So he's probably going to be out for a while" Bucky stated.
"I'd say so, lucky for her, there wasn't even half that in the applicator you found in the bedroom" Bruce agreed.
"In other words, he had this planned…one to take down my protection…and the other to put me to sleep safely" Kade growled from the kitchen, handling a screw driver into the side of the collar; hoping to short the circuitry enough to release it.
A low hum emitted from the collar as an arc of electricity shot out from the circuit board, spiraling up the screwdriver and wrapping around her hand. Kade let out a yelp of pain, instantly dropping the tool to the floor as she thrust her hand back and forth to calm the pain.
"Will you stop doing that…I'm starting to feel the pain here" Barton remarked, seated on the back of the couch.
She shot him a glare and leaned against the counter, taking a breath as the muscles in her hand tingled with the aftermath of the shock. Bucky strode toward her, reaching up to grab hold of the collar with his left hand.
"Bucky don't-"
Her plea was silenced when he tightened his grip, crushing the device in his fist as he pulled it back, breaking it apart. Shocks of electricity arced out around his hand but danced around the front of her throat as well, forcing a strained groan of pain from her chest as closed her fists against the counter to distract herself from the pain.
"Damn it that's why I didn't want you to do that" she growled.
"You did enough trying it the hard way" he retorted, tossing the broken device into the sink.
"What the hell is that thing anyway?" Barton asked.
"Suppression collar…and judging by the looks of that one…it's the latest model" she seethed, rubbing her hand around the front of her throat.
"I've checked the perimeter…looks like he was the only one" Natasha advised, coming into the living room; taking point near Barton.
"Where is our little friend…I'd like to have a word or two" Kade asked, forcing a smirk.
"Stark had Happy take him down to the tower, they're keeping him on lockdown to make sure nobody else gets to him like the last one" Natasha answered.
"What's his condition?" Barton asked.
"His injuries are too numerous to start naming" Banner replied.
"Broken everything…got it" Barton remarked.
"I'll do a lot more than that when he wakes up" Kade threatened.
"I think it's best we let him live a little longer, if anything he might be able to shed some light on this whole Triad thing" Banner advised.
"Either way, this location has been compromised, it's best we relocate her to the tower…better security there" Natasha advised.
"Natasha's right, we apparently need more eyes since they've made the first move" Banner agreed.
"For the second time in a week" Kade groaned, walking past Bucky and the others as she headed toward the hallway.
"How's she holding up?" Natasha asked.
"Shaken up, but I think she'll be okay" Bucky replied.
"How about you?" she hinted.
"I think I'm gonna have to carry him back to the tower" he grumbled, nodding his head toward Steve's unconscious body.
"Is he okay? What happened?" Sharron exclaimed as she came bursting into the room, rushing to Steve's bedside just seconds after Bucky tossed him down on top of it.
"He's fine, just drugged…probably be out till morning…maybe later" Bucky replied, watching as the CIA operative went to the opposite side, leaning down to inspect the unconscious captain.
He stayed silent, shaking his head as he took a step back, wondering why Stark even bothered calling Sharron; it wasn't like there was anything she could do except sit by his bed and fret.
"Was it the Triad?" she asked, looking over at him.
The question itself had him taken aback for just a moment, quickly deducting that Steve must have told her what was going on.
"Yea" he answered.
"What is it they want?"
"I'm pretty sure we all want to know" he replied; clearly Steve didn't tell her everything.
She turned her attention back to Steve, reaching up to draw her fingers across the peak of his hairline affectionately. For a moment, Bucky felt a pang of jealousy twist around his chest. Steve and Sharron didn't exactly have a model relationship, but they knew where each other stood, they had each other. Kade had changed over the years, and while it was for the good, it seemed he was back at square one with her. He had to learn who she was all over again, and it was starting to worry that maybe his efforts wouldn't be enough to hold on to her.
The thought of her leaving brought a nauseating pull in his stomach and he quickly composed himself, turning to leave the room. He barely made it to the door when she spoke up.
"Can I ask you something?"
He stopped, wondering why he bothered, and turned his head back to look at her.
"You're his friend…so he'd…he'd tell you if something was wrong…right?"
Bucky raised his eyebrow at her questionably; indicating he wasn't quite sure what she was getting at. She forced a smile, and laughed through her nose, giving off the impression she wasn't sure how to talk to him.
"He hasn't been…acting like he usually does…like he's hiding something"
"Triad has us all on edge, it's understandable"
"Even before all this…I don't know, it feels like we're drifting apart again"
Barnes swore silently. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck in a room with an emotional female that he had absolutely no attachment to. This was supposed to be Steve's problem…and the airhead was unconscious.
"I'm not the one you want to be getting relationship advice from" he warned.
"It's not that…I just want to know if he's…said anything"
"Not my place to say…even if he did"
She looked hurt, and he saw her eyes glazing over ever so slightly as she turned back to Steve; making a sad attempt at hiding her tears. He sighed heavily, tilting his head back in part aggravation. This was one of the things he hated about coming back to the team, as Steve would call them, and that was the awkward moments in which he just didn't know how to speak to people. It was like they completely forgot he spent the better part of eighty years in and out of cryostasis, and spent most of his out time killing people under orders. Bucky took a breath, and looked back over at Sharron, who was staring longingly at Steve.
"If something is going on, you two will sort it out…you always do…the only advice I'm going to give you is to not blow things out of proportion…don't be so quick to get angry" he stated.
She gave him a weak smile, and nodded softly.
"Thank you" she whispered.
The look on her face suggested that she knew he was intending on taking his own advice. He nodded back, turning to leave; more than ready to be rid of that situation.
She sat on the bed, the comforter pushed down, with her left leg tucked under her; one of Tony's cell phones pressed to her ear.
"…I miss you too hun, and I wish I could be there to tuck you in…I know…but I need you to be strong for just a little while longer okay…yes hun, we're gonna take care of the bad guys…what?...let's just take things one step at a time okay…alright, get to bed and behave yourself for Mrs. Stark…I love you too Jamie…good night"
Kade took a steadying breath as she pulled the phone away from her ear, pressing her thumb against the red button on the screen to disconnect the call. It was getting no easier to check up on him, especially after what had happened just two hours earlier. She wanted this nightmare to be over, she wanted to be with her son, but more importantly…she wanted to give him the normal life he deserved.
She leaned over and set the phone on the nightstand, catching him leaning in the doorway out of the corner of her eye.
"He okay?" Bucky asked.
"He's fine…"
Kadence laughed softly, shaking her head as she recalled the conversation.
"…He wants to stay in New York apparently…and go to the same school as Howie" she stated.
Bucky snorted and shook his head.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing good will come of him hanging out with the Stark kid" he remarked.
"Be lucky I didn't have a girl, then I would agree, besides, you're defensive enough as it is around him"
He opened his mouth to respond, but thought against it; figuring it best to keep his mouth shut in the event he would set her off…and trigger another fight. Bucky was tired the short tempered fights, and he knew it wasn't being done intentionally, it was just their way of figuring where they stood with each other.
"Stark kid or not…it's the first real friend he's had in years…I think it's doing him some good" she stated, staring off at the comforter.
"And how are you holding up in all this?" he asked.
She lifted her eyes to meet his, and he saw all the fury of her earlier emotions had dissipated, leaving nothing but a longing pull behind the uniquely colored iris'. A million questioned raced across his mind. Why was it so hard? He felt for her, she obviously felt for him, yet it seemed neither knew how to take the right step.
"I honestly don't know how much longer I can keep this up…" she responded solemnly.
"…I just…I just want this to be over, so things can get back to being as normal as they can possibly be. I know things haven't been easy between us…and truthfully I'm starting to realize that I'm the one that's making it that way but…I just don't know…I fell in love with you, when I knew almost nothing about you…and now I have a chance to change that and I…I…don't even know where to start. The only thing that I can think about is creating a life for him. A place where he can call home, a school where he can use his real name…I want him to know his father…and I want his father to be part of his life…"
The statement caused a knot to lodge itself in his throat, but he remained stoic, watching her eyes as she spoke.
"…I just…I've screwed up so bad, I don't even know how to make it right" she laughed.
He swallowed hard to nullify the blockage in his throat, seeing the guilt laced within her gaze. She forced a smirk and laughed nervously, worrying her lip and shaking her head as she pushed herself back and reached down to grab part of the comforter. She said nothing further, but he could see that she wanted to. If anything else, he knew when she withheld the thoughts that reeled through her mind; she would always nibble at her lip.
She rolled to her side, resting her head on the pillow and yanking the comforter up to her hips. He looked on, his eyes lining the curve of her shoulder, the expanse of her back, moderately covered by the spaghetti strap top she changed into. He couldn't justify the sudden longing to touch her skin, to feel her pressed against his body. Bucky kept his footfalls silent as he slowly approached the bed.
Kade sighed softly, her mind so cluttered with thoughts she wanted to cry. Her emotions were a mess, clouding everything, right down to her senses; she didn't even realize he was still in the room until she felt the slightest dip of the bed behind her. Before she had a chance to lift her head in question, she felt the warm press of his mouth against her shoulder-blade. In that instant, her thoughts vanished, her heart was in her throat and her skin tingled from the intimate gesture. She took a sharp intake of breath, briefly biting her lip as a whole new fog settled over her mind. His mouth placed slow kisses as it led toward the junction of her shoulder.
"Bucky…we can't" she breathed.
He seemed to ignore her, and she felt those lips graze over her neck, placing a longing kiss on her skin as strands of his hair tickled her jawline. The breathless sigh that crossed her lips was laced with a moan as her body seemed to react on its own, her head inching back ever so slightly. The light grazing of a kiss escalated quickly as he leaned his head forward, gently biting down on the skin near the front of her throat; insuring her flesh bore a warning…this is mine. A soft whine was pulled from her throat, and he felt her steadily increasing pulse hammer against his lips before he withdrew, soothing his tongue over the bruise.
Kade slowly rolled to her back, finding his lips with her own as he shifted his weight over top of her, trapping her beneath him. He gave her no quarter, sweeping his tongue down into the cavern of her mouth, feeling her own brush against his; earning the softest of moans from her. It triggered something deep inside him, something he couldn't explain, but didn't find the necessity to at the same time.
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He broke the kiss, coming up on his knees and reaching back to take a handful of his shirt to peel it forward over his head, stripping it from his body as he backed up on his knees; tossing the shirt to the floor. Bucky looked down to see her taking his cue, grabbing the bottom hem of her top and peeling it over her body. The exposure of her pert breasts easily distracted him from the scar at the bottom of her ribs, along with the circular bruise on her abdomen, and the sight below him was enough to convince him that if he had any amount of restraint left in him…it was gone now.
Bucky's hands went for the button of his pants, making quick work of it and the zipper, nearly losing his balance in efforts to shed himself of the troublesome clothing; making sure to take his boxers along with them. As he finally kicked them off, he crawled back over her; just as she tossed her shorts and panties to the floor to join her shirt. His lips met hers again, and he breathed in deep, savoring the feel of her mouth. The last time he had her so vulnerable, he lost himself too quickly, but this time…he wanted to take his time.
He brought his right hand up to gently cup her left breast, molding the mound of soft flesh under his palm. She arched her back ever so slightly, moaning into his mouth as she did, responding perfectly to his touch. His mouth broke away from her, but didn't stray far from her skin, laying a trail of open mouthed kisses down the side of her jaw, tracing over her pulse and down across her collarbone; hearing the soft pants of her breathing. The hand he had on her abandoned its prize, feeling the hardened bud of her nipple slide underneath his finger as his hand ventured down her side, kneading the flesh as he went.
His mouth continued south, kissing, nipping, giving quick laps of his tongue across her warm skin, hearing each hitch of her breath as he moved. He ghosted his lips down her stomach, and his hair tickled as he moved, causing her muscles to twitch; although she tried desperately to keep still. Her senses were on overload, and it felt like electricity spiraled out from beneath her skin each time his lips touched her, each strand of hair that danced across her stomach; it was torture…but no more than the anticipation of what he was likely about to do.
Kade's breathing was on the verge of erratic by the time his lips reached the soft flesh above her womanhood, both his hands tracing over the curve of her hips as he forced himself between her legs; unable to hide the smirk that crossed his lips when he saw the thin strip of dark hair lined perfectly down the middle.
No amount of preparation could have prepared her for the sudden rush of ecstasy that flooded her mind when he flattened his tongue over her most guarded of places. The warm, wet feeling sliding over the bundle of nerves at the peak had her muscles riveting with pleasure, her joints going numb and her blood going hot. She arched her back, taking in a sharp breath and biting down on her lip to keep quiet. His hands on her hips was what forced her back down on the bed and it felt as if he pushed his tongue harder against her, dancing across her clitoris; intent on driving any sound from her that he could.
The taste of her on his tongue was oddly arousing, about as much as the sounds she was making, the movement of her body beneath his hands, it was making it hard for him to concentrate with the tightening throb in his loins; forcing him to gain even the smallest bit of friction against the sheets. Bucky glanced up, watching the rapid rise and fall of her chest, her hands clawing for purchase on anything that would keep her grounded; he wasn't going to bother hiding the prideful smile.
Even trapped between her teeth, her bottom lip continued to quiver, much like the rest of her as his tongue traced unspeakable sins across her sex. The tingling that ebbed out from her lower abdomen got stronger with each shift of his tongue, but it was the sensation that etched out from the back of her skull that started to worry her. A vibrating sound came from her right and even in her haze of pleasure she was able to see the nightstand shaking as it slowly started to lift off the ground.
She let loose a groan of frustration for more than one reason, slamming her hand down on the nightstand, forcing it back down to the floor; seeing it as a decent object to hold onto for the time being.
"Bucky" she whimpered, hearing the distress in her own voice.
In an instant his mouth was gone, which granted him a sharp exhale from her; only partially in relief. The hands at her hips yanked her down while the right hand reached down to take her left knee, hiking it up to rest against his body before that same hand reached forward, guiding him inside of her. The feeling of being filled so quickly was enough to pull a throaty moan from her lips and her head fell back onto the pillow.
Bucky let out a low growl, gritting his teeth as he slid into her welcoming heat. The feel of her around him was euphoric, and it was taking every last bit of self-control not to lose himself in the moment as he did the last time. He kept his back straight, his left hand secured to her hip while his right held onto her leg, keeping her there as he slowly started the thrust of his hips.
She wasn't sure if his slower pace was meant to torture her, but it felt unbelievably good either way, stirring the churning pit of pleasure in the pit of her abdomen each time he drove into her. Her joints felt like they were made of rubber, and any efforts to keep quiet slowly failed as soft moans fell from her mouth like a waterfall of words she couldn't form.
He tilted his head, placing a soft kiss against the side of her ankle before he gently bit down on her flesh. Her initial recoil was halted quickly with the grip he had on her leg, but it tightened her hold on him briefly enough to see stars. Bucky moved his head back, trailing his lips down the side of her foot until he reached her instep, nipping it as he had done with her ankle.
She let loose a high pitched whimper, her leg going rigid and again he felt her tighten around him; if she kept that up…he knew he wouldn't last long. He pulled her leg to the side, letting it drop beside him as he leaned down, tucking his left arm behind the small of her back and lifting her upward; pulling them both straight.
The throaty moan he forced from her was laced with the hint of his name as her arms went around his neck, her head lulling forward until their foreheads were inches apart. She felt him increase the speed of his thrusts, although with this new angle, there was no need; she was struck with waves of pleasure with each snap of his hips.
His lips met her chin, encouraging her to drift her head back, exposing her throat to his hungry mouth as he went for her pulse; stilling for a brief moment as if contemplating on the idea to leave another mark. Kade didn't care at this point if he covered her in bruises, her blood was burning in her veins, her muscles contracted and her heart felt like it was going to burst through her ribs at any moment. His arms wrapped tighter around her waist, anchoring her down as he drove upward; seeming with a sense of urgency. She released a low moan, still trying to form proper words, but he understood her perfectly.
"Do it" he growled into her skin.
It was as if his voice managed to snap any amount of restraint she had, and her spine bowed from the pressure as she came undone around him. The electricity that arced across her nerves was dulled by the blinding wave of colors that exploded in her vision; which did nothing against the sudden darkness in the room. In an instant she felt her muscles tighten ever more then release, as the ability to move became slightly more difficult. She could hear him straining, letting loose a low grunt as he slowed his pace to a near stop.
Kade had no time to recover before she found herself laid back down on the bed, trapped beneath him as he braced himself on his elbows. His torturous pace from before was gone, and the thrusts of his hips met with a desperation she couldn't explain; the haze of her orgasm still clouding her mind. Using what strength she had, she kept her arms around his neck, holding onto him as he buried himself between her legs.
His thrusts were forceful, if not the least bit as rough as he was the last time. His skin was hot and moist against hers, and the grazing feeling of his metal arm near her shoulder was cool enough for comfort. She felt his hot breath at her ear, the ghosting of his lips against her lobe, and the shift of muscle underneath her palms as they flattened against his shoulder-blades; more importantly…the increasing erratic pace of his hips.
"Bucky" she breathed, holding him tighter.
His lips found the tender skin below her ear, placing a quick kiss as he exhaled heavily.
"Kade" he growled.
Butterflies erupted in her stomach and a satisfied whimper crept passed her lips as he drove down into her once more, shuttering as his release wracked through his body as violently as hers had done moments before. He let out a guttural groan, easing his hips forward once more before he settled his weight into his arms; his energy spent.
Neither said a word, finding the excuse that no words were needed. Bucky didn't want to move, he didn't want to let go. He found her lips once more, stealing a breath from lungs as he kissed her, breathing deep the scent of her arousal, her surrender, everything she was that he claimed as his; only a fool would try to take her from him now.