Ana doesn't see Bucky the next morning. In fact, they don't see each other all day, due to other issues and sessions and meetings she must go to. It's an off day; lots of negative energy floating around the place. Especially after she had found Jared again, forcing him into a room and talking about his relationship with her brother.
It takes a few hours for them to talk, to say anything they wanted to say to each other. Jared clearly blames Ana for Alex's death, and she tells him that isn't an insult. Since for the past seven years, Ana blamed herself too. She does end up threatening him again though. Tells him to stay away from Bucky and he can't do any more damage than what he's already done. She makes it clear to him, and everyone else, that there is nothing between her and Bucky and whatever rumor they share amongst each other are false.
Ana is exhausted by early evening and escapes to the quietness of the roof. She decides to do stretches because at least it helps make her body feel more energized. She falls asleep while stretching her hip, right leg over her left thigh, and her neck bent at an awkward angle.
Something gently nudges her head into a better position, the touch lingering on her forehead. The movement pulls her from her nap, opening her eyes. Deep blue eyes are staring back at her, with something that looks like fondness softening the corners. Ana smiles, bringing her left hand up to her right trapezius, pressing down on the knot already forming.
"Thanks for that." She says, but she doesn't move from her spot.
"Of course." Bucky responses, moving to lay down beside her. "Bad energy today?"
"Unfortunately. I'm sorry we didn't get time to work today."
She feels his knuckles brush against hers. "It's fine. Max allowed me to walk around by myself today."
Ana makes a noise of disagreement. "Like they should've done the first day you came here?"
"It's alright. I requested it, remember."
"You need to have more faith in yourself, Buck."
Bucky doesn't say anything for a while. Ana pulls her gaze from the cloudy evening sky to look over at him. He's staring up at the sky, but she can see that his eyebrows are furrowed, a small pout to his full lips, looking like he's trying to sort through memories. After several minutes, he turns to meet her eyes.
"You and Steve are the only ones to call me that." He tells her. "I like that you do, as well."
"Thanks. Still doesn't make me like the name Annie."
Bucky chuckles.
Ana recalls Steve passing by her in the hallway earlier and pulled her to the side. He sincerely expressed his gratitude for helping Bucky, and for just being protective over him, especially after the holding block event. He had also told her how highly Bucky speaks of her and then teased her a little about the blush that colored her cheeks. She walked away after that with him laughing behind her.
"How's your knee doing?" Bucky questions, gently nudging her leg with his own knee.
"Okay, just a bit sore. Nothing a good ice pack can't fix. How was the rest of your day?" Ana inquires, because Steve had taken outside of the property afterward.
She just wants to listen to the rumble of his voice, much more soothing than some of the other agitated voices she heard all day. Bucky smiles at her and begins to tell her, reveling in the more positive energy he's putting out. It's calm, relaxed, and that's a testament to how he feels around her. All according to Steve, who seems way to invested in their dynamic, in their friendship, then just plan curiosity. Sometimes she wishes she could just knock his shield into his head.
She continues to listen, still fighting off the traces of sleep. An idea suddenly pops up in her head and it could be either good or bad. They haven't attempted to try Stage Four again, and Ana decides that now would be a good time. Or, this might be very possibly idiotic on her part. Probably the latter...as it always tends to be. He hopes he won't be angry at her. Bucky is talking softly, open and honest and she just goes for it.
"Zhelaniye." Ana mumbles. It's loud enough for him to stop mid-sentence.
His eyes flicker. "What...what are you doing?"
"Rzhavyy." She whispers.
Bucky turns his head side to side, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. When he opens them, the blue of his irises has darkened. "Ana..." he warns through his teeth.
"Semnadtsat."
He inhales sharply, quickly sitting up and looking around. They're alone on the roof, with any protection several floors below them. She's not sure if this realization is what triggers his next move, but suddenly, Bucky is on top of her. Her wrists pinned to either side of her head. He's straddling her thighs in a way that she wouldn't be able to break free of.
"Stop!" He snaps, face bent over hers, just mere inches away. However, despite the darkness in his eyes, they look clear.
Ignoring the surge of her heartbeat, and curling in her stomach, Ana asks. "Are you telling me to stop because you want me to, or do you feel like you're actually losing control?"
He doesn't answer, just squeezes her wrists tighter. His face contorts with confusion, his eyebrows twitching. Long strands of his hair are falling around her face and brushing Ana cheekbones. She braces herself for the next trigger word.
"Rassvet."
Bucky grits his teeth, ducking his head down beside her face. The metal fingers are digging into her skin and it's beginning to ache. His chest is heaving, his breaths are calculated, and she listens for a moment for any sign of the Winter Solider. Nothing. There's nothing.
"Bucky-"
"Don't." He's still warning her. Still trying to protect her. "I can't let what happened last time-"
"You are coherent!" Ana tells him, titling her head until her lips are right next to his ear. "You are fighting it, Bucky. Ignore the chaos in your head, because those thoughts, those imagines are no longer you. Whatever is in your heart, feel that instead. That's you fighting it. That is real! Feel what is real!"
He releases a mix of a groan and a growl as a response.
"Pech'."
Bucky picks his head back up, eyes reflecting the internal conflict raging within him. He squeezes her wrist at tighter, his vice grip feeling impossible to break. Ana fights off a wince.
"Your heart, Bucky." She reminds him firmly.
His eyes fall shut again. His full, red lips trembling, his grip shaking. Ana wonders if still breaking up the words is what's honestly making him resist. If it's preventing his Winter Solider from appearing immediately. Or if it's something entirely different. She's seen footage of what he has done with the words said, and he has yet to do anything like that towards her. Minus that last incident, but Ana doesn't count that because her tactics worked.
Bucky's shuddering exhales are hitting against her face and he's struggling to keep that control.
"Are you scared because the Winter Solider is breaking through?" She whispers. "Or because you are actually fighting it and you know-"
Ana is cut off.
Words dying on her lips because Bucky's own are firmly pressed against hers. Ana inhales sharply; shocked. Every part of her body seems to short circuit, her mind numbly blank for the moment, eyes staring at his eyelids. Then, Bucky moves his lips against hers, prying them open. Ana's eyes fall shut, and heat surges around them. It's as if an electrical storm came out of nowhere, whirling and sizzling through the air.
She inhales his exhale, lips moving together. When she feels the first swipe of his tongue against her hers, something snaps awake inside her. Like all the tension that's been surrounding them for months finally breaks, like a rubber-band stretched too far. A slow heat drips down her spine, in contrast to how frantically Bucky is kissing her. All loud gaps and clicking teeth, bruising lips, and warm wet tongues.
Slowly, the vice-like grip on her wrists loosens. Metal fingers trail down her inner forearm, her bicep, trailing over her collarbone, taps his thumb twice, and settles his hand against her neck. It's in no way threatening, or dangerous, not with the sign he just gave Ana. Bucky's mentioned it before; how she always tabs her thumb against her clavicle while nervous or thinking. His touch left a trail of goosebumps on her skin making Ana shiver, and she arches her body into his.
Which in retrospect, might have been a bad idea, because Bucky has been straddling her this entire time. So, pressing closer to him, pressed her pelvis against his and oh. She involuntarily whimpers against his mouth, her free hand coming up to grip the back of his shirt at his waist. Bucky shifts, just enough to switch his right leg into the space between her own. He finally lets go of her left wrist, trailing his hand down the side of her over-heated body, until he grips the back of her knee. He hitches her knee up to his hip, and grinds forward, groaning into her mouth.
Fuck. It feels way too good and it's been way too long since Ana has even been in a position like this. Her entire body feels like it's on fire with every grind of his clothed cock against her, flames curling in the pit of her stomach. Spreads to her groin, and she's so incredibly turned on, can feel it between her legs, soaking into her panties. She snakes her other hand into the back of his hair, scrunching her fingertips against his scalp. Pushing him closer to her mouth.
She has to breathe properly, unfortunately, hasn't felt she could breathe properly since Bucky stepped into her life. She pulls a back from the feverish kiss, but not before catching his bottom lip between her teeth, tugging until he moans quietly. His lips graze against her chin while they both catch their breath, and disappointingly the grinding of their hips has slowed. It's like the heat of the moment finally sinks in, settles over Bucky and he slowly pushes himself back enough to meet her gaze.
He looks...wrecked, is the best way to put it. His eyes are bright and glossy, pupils blown wide from lust and not due to any triggers. There's a strange flush to his cheeks, and his lips are swollen and so, so red from kissing. He looks innocent and sinful at the same time. Beautiful and rugged, gentle and hard and that's just Bucky. A stunning contradiction in every aspect.
His blues eyes, now clear again, are searching her own eyes and Ana probably doesn't look any better than he does right now. His eyes drop once to her lips, then back up. There's a small twitch of his lips, curving up like he's trying to fight off a smile.
"You said," Bucky starts, panting twice, "feel what is real. You are what is real."
Fuck breathing properly.
Bucky lets his metal fingers trace along her neck, her jaw, over her own kiss tender lips. The corner of his eyes are soft, as is the expression settling over his face, and Ana's heart hasn't stopped slamming against her chest. Rumbling and vibrating throughout her body like thunder. Thunder. It's thundering. It's about to rain. Ana has yet to respond to what Bucky said. Turns out she doesn't need too because he continues.
"You have always felt real to me." He mumbles, voice nearly getting lost in the sound of nature's storm. A few rain drops fall round them. "Since the day I met you. You are real, Ana. The only thing I have been sure of for the past five months. You and your-"
Ana pulls him back down to kiss him. She can't handle a confession like that right now, and it's not that she can't because she's emotionally stunted or anything. It's just for the sheer fact that if she doesn't stop him, she might end up naked on the roof, underneath him. Or naked on a bed underneath him. She thinks she just wants to be naked and underneath Bucky.
It's that moment the sky decides to open up, rain hitting the ground and their bodies. Not just light rain, but cold, thick drops of a thunderstorm. It's soaking their clothes, more so Bucky's than her own, but she pulls him closer to her body. Kisses him frantically as if she's trying to make up for all this time they could have been doing this. There seemed to be an underlining sexual tension between them, their chemistry playing off each other since they met. Ana had ignored it until now.
Ana pushes back the wet hair sticking to his face, smiling at him when she pulls back again. "We should probably get inside." She pants, letting her head tilt to the side as Bucky licks the rain off her neck. Her eyes flutter shut,
Or, they can stay here. Fuck the rain. He nods against her neck, teething grazing over a spot she didn't know was sensitive. It makes her grind her hips up, forgetting that Bucky is still half straddling her, and her knee is still his caught on his hip. He's hard. Can feel how hard he is through his jeans. A low groan is pressed against her skin before his lips are sucking at the same spot.
"Or, we can stay here." Ana mumbles, reveling in the sensation. She bites her bottom lip when Bucky grounds against her sharply, and she's pretty sure she's wetter than the rain around them.
"Hmm," Bucky hums against her skin, then sighs. "Should go inside," he presses one last kiss to the spot and pushes himself up.
Her knee falls off his hip and the rain he was blocking her from soaks her instantly. That was rude; to take away the warmth of his body provided. She blinks away the raindrops, momentarily. Then Bucky is bending back over her, blocking the water. He isn't looking at her face though, instead his eyes are locked on her chest, her slightly heaving breasts. She's wearing a light purple V-neck tee shirt, thin and extremely see through right about now. Probably with her nipples hard and on display because the sheer demi bra she's wearing doesn't conceal much. If she was planning on laying outside in a thunderstorm she would have dressed differently.
She can't be sure if Bucky says, "Fucking hell," because a crack of thunder sounds the moment he opened his mouth. Then lightening races across the sky followed instantly by more thunder, loud and close. Ana abruptly remembers that Bucky's entire left arm is metal. She reaches up to tug on a wet strain of hair.
"Let go inside, Snowflake." She says, then taps his left shoulder.
The moment they step into Ana's room, she goes into her bathroom, grabbing two small towels. She tosses one to Bucky, trying to tame her erratic heartbeat, as he dries his face and the ends of his hair. Ana can't take her eyes off of him though, his shirt clinging to every muscle, detailing his thick chest and abs, as if Ana hasn't already burned him into her memory.
Mentally, Ana shakes herself, steps back into the bathroom to grab a dry shirt hanging on the shower rod. She quickly changes her shirt, peeling off the wet material, dries her torso and puts the new shirt on. When she steps out again, she feels frozen on the spot, and her heart that had slowly began to calm down, picks right back up again.
Bucky is staring at her, eyes dark with desire. His tongue comes out to slowly swipe across his bottom lip, and Ana has no idea how she has been ignoring anything she has felt for this man. She is so incredibly attracted to him, and she can no longer deny the feelings she had been developing for him for months. Biting her lip, Ana trails her eyes from his own lips and down his body. His left arm jerks as he tosses the towel into the corner, the metal plates shifting slightly.
She brings her eyes back up, inhaling a shuddering breath as Bucky slowly stalks towards her. Ana grabs his waist when he's close enough, tugging him back to her body as he dips his head down, searing their lips together again. She can't help the soft whimper that comes out of her when Bucky maneuvers her and presses her against the wall. His right hand grips her hip, sliding his thigh between her legs and she would melt if he wasn't holding her up.
Ana moves her hand into his wet hair, gripping the roots at the base of his skull. Their breaths mingle together, labored and hot and when Ana shifts her hip, Bucky presses his leg forward, and a sharp curl of arousal erupts in her stomach. It reminds her how incredibly turned on she is, can feel how slick she is between her legs and how hard Bucky is as he grinds against her hip. A low groan comes from his throat as he trails his hand up her side under her shirt, and that's precisely when there's a knock on her door.
Breaking their kiss, Ana bangs her head back against the wall, because of course. Bucky huffs, almost sounds like he's exasperated. He goes to press another kiss to her mouth when the knocks come again.
"Ana?" It's Wanda. Her voice sounds small, shaky. "Are you awake?"
"Shit." Ana mutters.
With all the willpower she has, Ana pushes Bucky back with her hand on his chest. She's happy to know, to feel, that Bucky's heart rate is much faster than his super solider version of normal. She walks him backwards, until his knees hit the bed and he sits, rather ungracefully. Elite Winter Solider her ass; this man is nothing but stumbles and goofy little smiles. The same little smile he is giving her now.
"I'm up! One second." Ana calls toward the door. She brushes Bucky's hair back from his forehead. "Stay here." She whispers to him.
Ana steps away, turning to her door, feeling Bucky's hand trail down her hip. When she opens the door, she only keeps it half way, blocking Bucky from sight. Her heart falls when she sees Wanda's face though, and Ana knows her friend had her usual nightmare again. Abruptly, Ana is hit with how bad the energy is again, reminding her of why she was up on the roof in the first place.
"Wanda, sweetie," Ana says, she sounds a little breathless.
"It happened again." Wanda informs her, wiping a stray tear away from her cheek. "Do you mind if I just-" She shakes her head and walks pass Ana into her room.
Slightly panicking, Ana whirls around. Wanda is now sitting in the same spot that Bucky was just seconds early. Ana blinks. She discreetly looks towards her closet, then her bathroom, for any sign of him. Nothing, expect for her window is now closed, and it might just be the rain, but she swears she sees a boot lift up from the stairs. Trying to fight off her disappointment, Ana focuses on her shaken up friend. Pushing Bucky and how passionately he kissed her into the back of her mind.
