Sorry for this chapter being so short. Next one will be longer again. Promise!
The moment he pressed his lips against mine, everything else became irrelevant. It didn't matter where we were, who could walk in on us or even if the world kept existing or not. I clung to him like my life depended on it and he pressed me into the cold concrete. I didn't care for the lack of oxygen. I felt, smelled and tasted only him. Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.
"Wait…" I managed to pull away for the briefest of seconds before he claimed my lips again with an unwilling hum. I tried again, not the slightest more interested in stopping as he was.
"Wait…" He opened his eyes and started leaning in again.
"Please James…", I sighed only millimeters apart from him. We were both panting heavily, as if we just participated in a marathon. He leaned his forehead against mine and looked down at me.
"Did I hurt you?" I looked at him and softly shook my head.
"No, you didn't. It's just…"
"What, doll?" He still held me up, unwilling to let me go.
"Why? Why now?" He leaned in again and gently brushed his lips against my throat before whispering in my ear.
"Because I don't want to do the right thing anymore. For the first time in over 70 years something feels completely right. You feel right." His eyes seemed even brighter than usual.
"I am scared…" He grimaced at that. "No! I am not afraid of you. Never of you. I am scared this is just a dream. That I will wake up and you aren't talking to me anymore." Instead of answering he captured my lips in another kiss. This time almost too gentle and slow to bear. He gave me every opportunity to tell him no, to pull away. But did I want him to ever stop again? I threaded one hand in his impossibly soft hair. My other hand was holding onto his metal shoulder. It didn't scare me. I liked the different feeling of his soft skin and the cold metal. One of his hands covered mine as my fingers brushed over the scar tissue but he kept kissing me.
"Oh!" Our heads snapped towards the door, still pressed against each other. "That's not awkward at all." Tony clapped his hand on Steve's shoulder and then just turned and left him standing there with a huge question mark on his face. Bucky slowly let me slide back down to the ground but kept me as close as possible.
"Steve…"
"Finally!" On his face was a relieved expression as he watched us. "I thought this whole back and forth thing would never end."
"Can you give us a minute, doll?" Bucky looked at me and I nodded.
"I'll take a shower." I wanted to leave but he pulled me back into him once more.
"I'll get you once we are done." He kissed me once more before letting me go. When I passed by him, I briefly squeezed Steve's hand.
"Go easy on him, Cap."
Bucky's POV:
He watched her leave. He had no intention of letting her go but he knew he needed to talk to his best friend first.
"Buck?" He had one hand in his pocket and rubbed his neck anxiously with the other.
"Damn it…" Steve put a hand on his shoulder.
"You okay, Buck?"
"Strange as it may seem… Yes. For the first time in a long I feel completely calm. How can something go from feeling wrong to right in only a couple of days? I am not any less scared of hurting her than before, especially after learning what happened to her when S.H.I.E.L.D. lost track of her for three years… But just thinking about not being able to be close to her… That someone else could be that person, that feeling is even worse. It doesn't make any sense, does it?" Steve smirked at him.
"Does it really need to make sense? Seeing the two of you like that made pretty much sense to me. I can't remember seeing you like that around a woman. You were different back then."
end of Bucky's POV