okay, wait... no one saw that coming? if i dragged it out any longer it would have gotten incredibly boring, and i didn't want to lose any of you, even though i feel like i already have. which makes me sad.

anyways, thanks so much to those of you who i haven't lost! i love you all so much, so shout out to: Lara Barnes, Sissy95xx, lourdes1694, AilynAlonso, kawaiixkisses, ONE-Fine-Dame, and Guest. love you all!


She thought it was a dream.

When her eyes flickered open, and she saw the sunlight spilling in through half opened blinds, she remembered what happened last night and thought to herself, there's no way that could have been real. And then she felt it; a massive, warm, naked body in bed with her. A smile crept to her lips as she relished in the feeling of his body heat; he was so incredibly warm, it felt as if she was sleeping with a space heater.

Annelise turned, quietly rolling on to her side so that she could face him. Bucky was still fast asleep; deep, heavy breaths coming from his slightly open mouth. His hair was a tangled mess, and he was sprawled across her bed like he owned it. Her smile grew as she took the moment to capture the memory in her mind's eye, before she ducked her head to place a tiny kiss on the corner of his mouth.

Bucky stirred, hands grabbing at her until he had successfully pulled her back against him; prompting her to let out a tired laugh. He groaned, loosening his grip only for a moment as he let his body stretch; the plates in his metal arm shifted and clicked into place as he did so. When he opened his eyes, Annelise swore she had never seen anything so blue.

"Go back to sleep," she whispered before she leaned back down to press another kiss to his lips. She shimmied from his arms, letting his flesh hand hit the bed with a thud. He let out a throaty whine when she left him, but quickly pulled the covers back over his bare shoulders and tried to get a few more minutes of sleep. She knew that he was tired, especially after last night. He deserved to get some rest.

It was cold without his body heat warming her. It didn't help that she was completely exposed. She quickly pulled his shirt over her head and admired herself in the mirror; thinking of herself as a changed woman. A rush of confidence surged through her body as she admired her curves in a way she hadn't in a very long time. She felt like Aphrodite, like Wonder Woman, like she could do anything.

She made her way into the kitchen with her new found confidence and turned on the radio that sat atop her counter. After turning the dial for a good five and a half minutes looking for something that wasn't Christmas music, she finally found a good station. While she danced around her tiny kitchen, pulling out all the ingredients she needed to make crepes; she was unaware of the pair of eyes that watched her from the threshold of her bedroom door.

"What are you doing?"

She spun around quickly, facing a shirtless Bucky in nothing but his boxers, and nearly had a heart attack at the sight. He looked amused; arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the door frame, tiny smirk on his lips. Her eyes trailed his figure, still in awe over his body. She could see her reflection in his metal appendage as he took a few steps closer.

"Making crepes." She replied to him after finally tearing her eyes away from his abdomen. She began to search her cupboards for flour. Then she saw it, all the way at the very top of one of her cabinets, definitely out of reach. She looked at Bucky and then back to the flour and pouted. "Can you reach it?" She asked.

He crossed the room, joining her at her side, placing his metal hand lightly at the small of her back while reaching for the bag of flour. He grabbed it with ease, but held it out of her reach still. "I have a price," he told her with a sly smile. "One kiss."

She crinkled up her nose at him, but still stood on her tippy-toes to reach his lips. Her body felt like it would melt when their lips touched in what felt like the sweetest kiss she had ever shared with another person. When she pulled away, Bucky still held the flour over her head. She pouted.

"Okay, one more." He hummed.

She kissed him again, smiling the entire time. He brought the bag down and sat it on the counter before wrapping his free hand around her waist; pulling her against him. She could feel that he was aroused, and ultimately broke the kiss, looking down at his hard cock making a tent in his boxers.

"Are you hungry?" She asked him, trying to get her mind out of the gutter; turning her face back to the task at hand, trying to hide the growing blush on her cheeks.

"Not for crepes," he replied with a smirk as he palmed himself to relieve some of the tension he was feeling. She wasn't necessarily hungry for them either. He looked much more delicious.

"Well, too bad!" Annelise leaned up against the counter, pulling up the recipe on her phone. She purposefully stuck her ass out, fully aware that Bucky was watching her from his seat at the island. "I've been wanting to try this recipe."

"I didn't know you could cook." He replied, popping a raspberry in his mouth.

She shrugged, measuring some ingredients before tossing them in a mixing bowl. "I took a cooking class." She said, glancing over her shoulder at him while she mixed the flour and egg whites together. "Once."

Nearly an hour and several burnt crepes later, Annelise looked up at her guest with defeat. She had successfully set off the smoke alarm twice, and was no closer to fixing a delicious breakfast than when she started out. Bucky watched on, amused, and didn't offer to help; he was much more content watching her struggle. Besides, she was so sure that she could do this herself.

"I give up." She said with a huff, tossing the frying pan into the sink. Bucky held his arms out to her, and she walked straight into his chest; wrapping her arms around his middle, and pushing herself in between his knees.

He placed his chin on top of her head. "It's a good thing I wasn't in the mood for crepes anyways." He told her. "Yours would have been delicious, though, I'm sure of it."

She smiled into his chest. "What are you in the mood for?"

That was more of a rhetorical question. Bucky reached behind himself and peeled her arms from the lock they had around his waist. She looked up at him, and he smiled down at her; running his hands down her sides before firmly planting them on her hips, lifting her off of the ground and sitting her on top of the island. He pushed himself between her legs, and she pushed his hair out of his face, giving her a clear view of his beautiful eyes.

The kiss tasted like the raspberries that he had been eating while she was failing at making breakfast. Bucky slid his hands underneath his shirt that she was wearing and slid it over her head effortlessly. He cupped her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth- slowly circling it with his tongue- before starting on the other. Annelise tossed her head back at the feeling of his mouth on her; it was hot compared to the cool air of her apartment. Her nipples were already becoming hard before he even touched her, but the sensation of his teeth softly pulling at her skin sent shivers down her spine.

He pulled the bar stool back towards him so that he could sit back down. His mouth trailed kisses from her knees to her inner thighs. She laid back, propping herself on her elbows so that she could see him; wanting nothing more than to watch as he went to work on her. Her entire body felt the anticipation as his mouth became closer to her core.

He nipped and sucked at her skin, leaving behind red teeth marks. Seemingly going over every inch of her inner thighs; making her more impatient by the second. His stubble tickled her, prompting her to giggle at times. His mouth turned into a smirk as he looked up at her through his lashes, absolutely loving the sight.

"Fuck," she hissed when he placed a tender kiss on her clit. Bucky's eyes locked with hers as he just paused to breathe over her. Annelise was nearly shaking as she waited.

And then he delved his entire tongue inside of her, and her head rolled back; eyes fluttering shut, mouth gaping, gasping at the feeling of his mouth fucking her. She curled her fingers in his hair, simultaneously pulling him towards her, prompting him to go as deep as he could. The vibrations of his deep moans had her writhing.

His hands were wrapped around her thighs, holding her in place as he pulled at her swollen clit with his lips. One of his hands pulled at her leg, letting it drape over his shoulder, before it disappeared towards his lap. She couldn't see it, but she knew that he was stroking himself; getting off on getting her off. That thought alone almost sent her over the edge.

Right as she was about to reach her climax, Bucky pulled his mouth away from her; leaving her a whining and pouting mess on the kitchen counter. He smiled at her as he stood up, a smile that grew even wider once he realized that she was at the perfect height for him to fuck her right there. "Don't worry, doll." He said to her as he pulled his boxers down to his ankles and kicked them across the room. "I'm not finished with you."

With one hand on the base of his cock, and the other lifting her leg so that her ankle rested on his shoulder, Bucky began to rub the tip of his cock up and down her slippery cunt. Her back arched off of the counter; wanting, needing, praying that he would stop teasing her and give her what she wanted. Slowly, he pushed himself inside of her. Unlike the night before, he took his time. His cock throbbed against the inside of her, wanting nothing more than to completely ravish her. But despite himself, Bucky remained steady, wanting to savor the moment.

His metal hand grabbed a hold of one of her bouncing breasts, and he turned his head to pepper delicate kisses along her shin. Annelise dropped her leg from his shoulder shortly after and wrapped it around him, sitting up in the process so that they were now face-to-face. She cursed at the new position and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders.

Bucky's lips instantly enveloped hers in a heated kiss. His teeth pulled at her bottom lip, leaving it swollen and bruised. She replied to the added roughness by dragging her nails down the length of his back, causing a low moan to escape his lips. He bit down on her shoulder, hard enough that she knew there would be a set of teeth marks in her skin for the next few days. His movements became more and more erratic with each passing second. The room echoed the sounds of his balls slapping against her ass and her pornographic moans.

"C-couch," she said through her breaths. Bucky nodded and lifted her with ease, his cock never leaving her pussy as he carried her to the couch. When the backs of his knees hit the leather sofa, he fell backwards, leaving Annelise to straddle him.

His hands cupped her ass as she grinded herself down onto him. She threw her head backwards; the feeling of him buried completely inside of her felt like heaven. With each thrust, he hit her core, pushing her that much closer to the edge. Her hair bounced as she rode him, and Bucky's face was buried in her chest. She wasn't the only one who was close.

"Buck!" She gasped, dropping her head to the crook of his neck. "Oh my God!"

"That's it," he coaxed her. The sound of his voice, his breath on her ear, his teeth grazing her earlobe; it all sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, making her toes curl and her body contract. She could see stars when she closed her eyes.

Bucky was right behind her, and with a few more pumps, was spilling inside of her; coating her walls with his hot cum. "Fuck," he breathed once he was finished.

She could only nod her head in agreement. There were no words that could describe the feeling. She reached under the coffee table, grabbed his boxers, and tossed them at him. When she stood up off of the couch, Bucky gave her ass a firm slap that was followed by a squeal and a giggle.

"I've got so much to do today," she told him as she picked up his shirt and threw that at him as well. "I can't believe it's Christmas Eve."

He sighed, realizing that his time with her might soon come to an end. And also at the realization that he also had his own agenda that needed to be attended to. "I still haven't gotten Steve a present."

Annelise poked her head around her door frame as she searched for something to wear. "I have to go shopping, too. Do you want to go together?"

His head quirked up at her question. "That'd be great," he told her with a smile. "Maybe we can go get some real breakfast."

"Aw," she pouted as she dug through her dresser drawers. "I wasn't good enough?"

"Trust me, doll." He replied as he stepped into her bedroom and searched from his jeans. "You were- are delicious." He came up behind her and placed a kiss on her shoulder.

The two found themselves weaving in and out of dozens of stores; most of which were almost completely empty. Annelise was only worried that they wouldn't have that matching, pink wallet for her mother's new Michael Kors bag. She dragged him through store after store, which he didn't seem to mind in the slightest, and picked up gifts for Rich, her parents, Daniel, and even a gift for Bianca- Daniel's fiancee. Bucky was still at a loss for what to get Steve. He had picked up American Flag printed ties, looked at getting him a new watch, and browsed over the shoe aisle because he thought a new pair of running shoes would be nice- but then he couldn't remember the size.

They stopped for breakfast at Annelise's favorite diner, and Deborah was surprised to see her two mornings in a row- and with a friend. Annelise ate from his plate, getting a taste of his blueberry pancakes, and he had a couple bites of her hashbrowns. She talked about work, and school, and how she was excited to be starting a new semester. They held hands as they walked down the crowded streets, and she couldn't help but feel like a giddy schoolgirl the entire time.

That was until Bucky stopped dead in the middle of the sidewalk, bags in hand, staring at a sign that was taped to a newspaper bin. Annelise had to double back so that she could see what had caught his eye. It was a flyer for ice skating in Central Park. She had always wanted to go ice skating- she used to go often as a kid with her grandmother- but as an adult, she had never found anyone who wanted to go with her.

"We should do that." Bucky said.

"How about tomorrow?" She replied, checking the time. "It's getting late, and I have that potluck thing that I have to do with my family."

"Okay, tomorrow." He said with a nod.

"It's a date." She confirmed, causing him to smile.

He walked her back to her apartment, and like a gentleman, carried the bags for her. She had a lot of wrapping to do, and with a kiss, Bucky left her to it; promising that he would come back after she had gotten home from her dinner. The only people she had ever spent Christmas morning with were her family, and Sean, and Rich. She didn't know what it meant to spend Christmas morning with someone like Bucky. She didn't even know what Bucky was. A friend? Were they dating? What did that even mean?

When it came to this kind of shit, Annelise was overwhelmingly inexperienced. Before Sean she had 'friends'. Boys in college that were fun to share a bed with for the night or two, on the weekends mostly, and when Monday came it was over. That was a long time ago, though, and she wasn't even sure if people even did that anymore. Was there such a thing as friends with benefits for people over twenty-two? Is that what Bucky was?

She didn't know.

She tried not to think about it.

She didn't even know what she wanted from him.

The Beck-Widener Christmas Eve Potluck was much less extravagant than the Thanksgiving dinner, but still managed to draw a decent enough crowd that someone felt the need to hang a banner that read "Welcome to the Beck-Widener Christmas Eve Potluck" in big, sparkly letters over the front door. Annelise stood on the front steps, staring up at the giant display, wondering which member of the house staff was coerced by her mother to make such an obnoxious sign.

"What's the theme this year?" She mumbled to herself under her breath as she stepped through the french doors. As soon as she stepped inside, her senses were met with the mixed smell of too many Yankee Candles, and she made a mental note to take an Aspirin before she contracted a migraine. One of them- a green jar aptly named "Bundle Up"- sat on the small table by the door. The catering crew were passing out glasses of eggnog, which she declined with a frown.

Her parents' house looked like the scene of an elf genocide; thousands of feet of red and white tinsel lined nearly every surface, there were candy canes everywhere, and different colored lights were hung along the walls. She noticed Daniel standing by the Christmas tree; Bianca wasn't far from, making herself at home on the couch with a plate of hors d'oeuvres.

"It looks like Santa's elves were murdered in here," she whispered as she joined him at his side. He nearly choked on his champagne, giving his sister a wide-eyed glance to signal her that their mother wasn't far. "I don't care if she hears me. This is so over-the-top."

Almost as if on cue, Carol Beck broke away from the conversation she was having to give her daughter a tight hug. "My darling daughter!" She exclaimed. "I'm so glad you could make it."

After she was paraded around to her family like a doll- answering questions that were much too personal for first cousins and aunts and uncles she barely ever saw- the entire family sat around the living room waiting to open the dozens of presents that sat under the tree. The children went first, excitedly tearing through wrapping paper for new toys. Carol went second; opening all of the gifts that people had brought for her, saving the present from her children for last. She was so excited; smiling from ear to ear as she examined the bag that she had asked for. Annelise added a few gift cards to her mother's favorite stores as a bonus- it was rude to give an empty wallet as a gift.

She shared a high-five with her twin, knowing that they did good this year.

Annelise decided to save her gifts for last, waiting until mostly everyone had left until she began opening them. It was just her immediate family now, lounging around the fireplace; the catering crew in the background, cleaning up the mess left by their guests. Daniel and Bianca were curled up together on the love seat. Daniel obviously having had enjoyed too much champagne. Her mother was on the couch next to her, and her father was in his favorite recliner.

She pulled the tissue paper from a bag that her brother had handed her. "Are these-" she began, her voice trailing off when she pulled new pallets of watercolor paints from her gift bag. "How did you know that I needed new paint?"

He shrugged with a lazy smile on his face. "You mentioned it a while ago that you needed to pick some up at the craft store." He said. "Knowing you, you never got to it."

"You're right, I didn't." Annelise jumped from the couch to wrap her arms around her brother's neck. "Daniel Beck, you are a punk in every sense of the word but I love you so much sometimes."

Her mother and father showered her with gift cards, which she appreciated after having to tell them year after year that gift cards were better than them buying something she'd never use or wear. It seemed as if this year, they had finally gotten it right.

"Oh, there's one more for you, Annie." Her mother said. "Sean dropped this off earlier, asked me to give it to you."

She felt her blood go cold as her mother pulled a small box from underneath the tree. It was wrapped in gold paper. Carol dropped the box in her daughter's hand with a smile, not knowing what she was doing. Annelise could practically feel the words about to spill from her mouth in a giant tangent about why she broke up with Sean, about him stumbling into her apartment in the middle of the night, about him trying to force himself onto her. But she swallowed the words back down and gave her mother a tiny smile. Her eyes accidentally locked with her brother's. He knew something was wrong, but unfortunately being born six minutes apart meant that they weren't blessed with twin telepathy.

She was the first to leave; promising to call more often and stop by on occasion- neither of which she would actually do. She held that box in her hands the entire way home, not sure if she should open it or toss it in the nearest garbage can on some street corner. Her fingers traced over the lines where the edges of the paper met and were taped together. Sean always had been an expert at wrapping gifts, which was why he wrapped them every year. Annelise sighed, he wasn't even around and yet he was still ruining her night.

As promised, Bucky was waiting for her when she walked through the door.

"I used the spare key," He said. "I hope you don't mind."

She didn't say anything; only tossed her bags on the floor, not even caring to put the contents where they belonged- she could do it later- and then sat that stupid, gold box on the island counter top. She straddled Bucky's lap, her hands already working on the buttons of the flannel shirt that he was wearing. Her dress rode up over her thighs, and he could easily see the lace panties that she was wearing underneath. His body was already beginning to react to her.

"Fuck me," she instructed him once she had undone the very last button. She didn't care that Sean was still on her mind. He was here, and she needed something to take her mind off of it.

Bucky didn't need to hear anything else. He stood up, holding her to his chest, and carried her in the direction of her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them.


sorry that it was so long, i kind of got carried away.

i love you, don't be mad at me.

musical inspiration:

1. dangerous woman - ariana grande

2. baptize - rkcb

3. fallingforyou - the 1975

4. have yourself a merry little christmas -christina perri

if you aren't listening to the playlists what are you even doing?

reviews (づ。◕‿‿◕。)づ please?