Written for: valiantwhispersheart. August 28th, 2018 Bucky/Gamora "Are you going to eye fuck me all night or do something about it?"

Gamora was a virgin.

Or at the very least, she hadn't dated anyone in a while.

Bucky realized this in the middle of flirting with her, three pints of Asgardian grade booze granting him the courage to say exactly what was on his mind. "Are you going to eye fuck me all night or do something about it?"

This was why he should never say what was on his mind.

To her credit, Gamora didn't hand him his ass for that one. He wouldn't have blamed her if she did. He had a feeling no man had ever been so direct with her. Not even Quill.

"I… don't think that's possible?" She glanced around like she was searching for an exit. "I mean, I know there are a lot of different ways to have sex, but-"

"Hey Gamora," Peter Quill shouted, popping up out of nowhere with the rest of his ragtag bunch of misfits. "Come on, Gamora, you know that's not what he meant. Don't be so overly literal. That's Drax's job."

Drax blinked. "My job is Guardian of the Galaxy, Quill. Same as you."

"See what I mean?"

Gamora stirred her drink as Bucky wondered if slipping away now to sober up would hurt his chances with her later. They would only be on-planet for so long and after seventy lost years of pain, he wasn't about to waste a single opportunity.

As he was steeling his resolve to apologize for his poor choice of words, he forgot not to let Mantis touch him. "Oh my. This is a new emotion. It's like sexual love except mostly sex."

"Okay, I'm gonna go get some food." Bucky backed away as fast as he could. "Sorry if I bothered you, Gamora. I'll just…"

He pushed through the crowd, sighing with one part relief and one part immense frustration as the Guardians disappeared from sight. Somehow, he never found the right time to talk to Gamora. This was their second visit to Earth since Thanos's defeat, and he'd promised himself this time, he would do it. He'd tell her how he felt and, if he was lucky, he'd get that kiss he'd been dreaming about for months.

But it seemed 'this time' was destined to remain a 'would-a, could-a, should-a'. He resigned himself to the refreshments table, all alone watching happy couples dances. There were Tony and Pepper, Vision and Wanda, Scott and Hope. Damn. Must be nice to have that special someone.

He was reaching for another shrimp cocktail when a green hand appeared in his line of sight. Bucky froze.

"Sorry," Gamora said. "Had to get away from them. Can we talk somewhere private?"

"Yeah, absolutely!" Bucky said, coughing in a piss poor attempt to hide his enthusiasm.

They slipped out of the ballroom and into the elevator. This hotel was either in Tony's pocket or he owned it outright. Bucky didn't know. All three top floors had been reserved for party guests who wanted to get some sleep or 'get some sleep'. Bucky's room was right by the elevator, which saved him from the awkwardness of running up and down the hall trying to find it. Inside was a modern style apartment complete with a full kitchen and living room. The bed was enormous. Bigger than a king size. They'd have more than enough room to-

"So," Bucky cleared his throat. "You uh… wanted to talk?"

Gamora folded her arms. "Yeah. I was thinking we could… I don't know... "

"We could sit down," Bucky almost pointed at the bed. "Watch a movie or something?"

Her eyes widened, and for a moment, Bucky wondered if he'd accidentally offended her somehow. Then she took a deep breath and grabbed him by the shoulders.

She kissed like a goddess.

Even factoring in the seven decades since he held a woman, nobody had ever made Bucky feel like this. His body reacted accordingly, but though his arousal poked at her legs, she didn't let go. She didn't grind him either, though. They'd have to do something about that.

"Wha-" Bucky slurred as they came up for air.

"Was that okay?" She was rather unsubtly rubbing his biceps. "Quill said when two people watch a movie, it's so they can make out."

"Quill is absolutely right." Bucky kissed her again, dragging her to the bed.

Her clothes were ridiculously easy to remove, but though he would've loved to tear them to shreds with his teeth, he paced himself. He had to take it slow, drag it out, make her forget her own name as he sent her back to the stars. He reached into her pants, sighing with relief when what he found was anatomically compatible with him.

They kissed every exposed inch of each other's flesh within reach. She tasted amazing. He couldn't get enough of her.

But apparently, she'd had enough of him. Or so he thought when she suddenly went still and stared at the ceiling. "You've got to be kidding me."

Bucky, shirtless with his pants undone, had to roll off the bed as Gamora sprang up and punched the air vent open. Out came a flailing, armored raccoon who bounced off the bed onto the floor.

"The fuck was that for?" Rocket shouted.

"For spying on us," Gamora snapped. "What did you think you were doing up there?"

"Nothing! Quill said you were getting laid by Barnes and I thought he was full of it. Had to see it for myself."

Gamora pinched the bridge of her nose and pointed at the door. "Just get out."

"Fine fine. Like I want to watch you two animals anyway," Rocket grinned evilly at Bucky, "but before I go, I'm gonna need that arm."

Bucky grabbed Rocket by the throat, holding him at eye level. "Still need it?"

"No," Rocket gasped.

Bucky tossed him into the hall and locked the door. He returned to the bed and crawled on top of her. "Now, where were we?"

"Watching a movie," she said, and then her tongue was in his mouth.