"You, o.k.? Did I detect a shiver?"
Bucky pauses a moment, waiting for an answer.
"Am I making you…nervous?" His eyes dart back and forth between Sarah's eyes and lips.
No, it's not that. It's your dog tags falling on my chest. They're cold," she responds.
He removes his tags and throws them on the floor. The clinking sound of the tags hitting the Wilson family living room floor echo's loudly as he returns to the warm space between her legs on the couch.
The humidity is staggering as all of Delacroix waits for that weekly summer thunderstorm. Even the walls were sweating from the pent-up pressure in the room.
Bucky lightly places a kiss on her chest where his dog tags had hit her skin before getting back into position, "So…I don't make you nervous?"
Sarah unable to process such proximity with "Sergeant Barnes" she looks away before answering.
Bucky moves his head so as to line up with hers forcing her to make eye contact so she stays in the moment with him.
His hypnotic blues are so captivating and controlling, she is completely transfixed.
A continuous roll of thunder enters the Wilson property preparing for the downpour that is most likely to happen any minute. Even the living room lamp starts to flicker as the coming storm plays with the power.
"No…I mean you do make me…a…little nervous." she smiles coyly.
Bucky moves his right hand down to Sarah's waist, lightly brushing his nose against hers.
"It's just that it's been you know, a-a while for me…you know being this close with…" she stops mid-sentence closing her eyes from embarrassment realizing that however long it's been for herself doesn't compare to how long it's been for him.
She confesses, "I-I don't know what I'm saying, I have no idea how to flirt. And I know it's been so much longer for you…"
Bucky captures her lips with a long moist kiss, no further confessions or explanations are needed for him.
The storm clouds open over the Wilson family home, streams of rain overflow the storm gutters crashing to the ground outside.
Bucky can't hear a thing due to being captivated, controlled, and utterly transfixed by how soft and full her lips feel.
Sarah falls into his kiss quickly and any reservations she had seconds earlier were already hours old.
"Their kiss remains intact as Bucky removes his right hand from her waist to slowly move her left bra strap down her shoulder.
"She instinctively removes her arm from the lowered bra strap making sure to keep their kiss unbroken.
Once she places her hands around his jawline, she tries pulling him in even closer to their kiss.
He takes a deep breath and pulls away; he leans up in front of her.
He runs his right hand through his hair then uses the forearm of his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his head.
Bucky pauses to look down at Sarah laying on the couch in her half unstrapped cherrywood bra and a pair of black linen drawstring pants.
She's smiling but she's confused as to why he stopped kissing her.
He takes what could be the last time he sees her face like this or in this way.
He didn't want to startle her by taking off his shirt in the heat of the moment, perhaps scaring her away.
Bucky removes dark denim blue Henley and throws it to the floor soon after he removes his glove as well.
He stays there a moment to see if Sarah can handle the way his body is made.
He searches her face for something, anything to let him know that she understands this is what she's getting into.
Sarah sits up on her knees, so they are facing one another. She looks up at him before taking her left hand and placing his left in hers.
She uses her right hand to trace the various gold lines that flow through his vibranium arm to his shoulder.
She brushes her hand over the metal part of his shoulder linking to his flesh slowly making her way to the super-soldier serum sweaty chest, letting her finger roll over every tightened rippled ab.
Bucky shuts his eyes at the sensation of her touch, tender with care.
Even in Wakanda, Shuri had touched his skin but, no one has touch skin like this in almost 80 years.
Sarah's hands were as soft as her lips as they move past is abs and his belt buckle.
The living room lamp finally powers out at the next thunder and crackle of the storm while her fingers slowly examine his hardness between her fingers and his zipper.
Her breath becomes bated as her fingers follow his hardness to the left inseam of his jeans.
Bucky bites his bottom lip taking in this erotic sensation that's setting his body ablaze.
She returns to her position on the couch removing the other bra strap then unclasping it in the middle, but she doesn't take it off.
She motions with her pointer finger for him to come down there with her.
He lays his body on top of her body and between her legs moving his right hand back to her waist, pressing his stiffness against her aching sex through her pants.
Sarah moans into their kiss when he passes his thumb over her nipple.
Her body becomes inflamed as she anticipates what his mouth feels like wrapped around her nipple.
Sarah opens her eyes wide at the dream she was having about her and Bucky on the living room couch. She shoots straight up in her bed stunned by how real and sensuous the dream felt.
She looks around the room reassuring that this moment was the reality before flopping back down onto her pillow hoping to someday feel the sensation of that dream in real life.
But right now, it's hot. Too hot, she kicks off the covers.
The short breeze from the covers cools her sticky wet pajamas.
Louisiana morning sun peaks through her curtains magnifying the stale air in her room.
She sits on the edge of her bed reminiscing over her dream and why she was having it and happy she had it.
After gathering her thoughts, she stands up to go find out why it's so hot in her bedroom.
"Girl, it was just a dream," she's shaking the dream out of her head when she stands. As she's walking across the floor she realizes there a good amount of sex drenching her underwear.
She blows air through her lips smiling, "Yeah it was a really good dream."
The house is quiet when she comes downstairs, Sam and the boys have left for their fishing trip, and they wouldn't be back from New Orleans until late tomorrow night.
She checks the thermostat and it reads 99 degrees for the room's temperature. She opens the back door, the rain from the night before had soaked the grass and trees of the yard.
There's no humming coming for the AC unit outback.
"Shit!"
She glances over at the refrigerator clock and it's not even 6:00a, she sighs.
There were so many things that she wanted to get done while home alone, but it would be impossible to do without AC.
"It's too damn hot for this," she mumbles going back upstairs to take a shower.
The banter She and Bucky had in the dream played over and over in her head while in the shower. She rubs the spot where he placed his first kiss upon her chest warming it from his cold dog tag. Recalling how reserved his body weight felt on top of hers.
"Girl please, get it together you got an AC problem that is more important than the meaning of your wet dream."
Sarah reverts into her house manager role once dressed all the while considering how much it will cost to get a repairman on a Sunday.
Every repair listing has a specific and outrageous hourly rate for emergency jobs on the weekend, especially on Sundays.
She considers calling Sam but he and the boys are already far out into the river to bother with calling him.
She grabs the toolbox from the sunroom and goes to the AC unit to fix the problem herself if she can.
Two hours in and she had no clue as to what the problem was. She checked her phone for the day's current temperature and it was already at 100 degrees and it wasn't even 9:00a.
She throws a wrench back into the toolbox pissed that the one day where she had the house to herself was ruined.
"No vacation day for you Sarah." She was already sweaty enough that she felt like taking another shower.
Sarah calls some people in the neighborhood, Tommy, Carlos, Redds, and a few others but none knew anything about HVAC.
She leans against the kitchen counter, even when she's standing still the humidity's ruthless. All she had on was a braless blue tank top and some tan khaki shorts and a pair of bright orange crocs but, her clothes were already sticking to her skin from her sweating profusely.
Rubbing her forehead out of heat and frustration she closes her eyes to think of what she could do. She scans the kitchen for an answer to the AC problem when she sees a number on the fridge.
It's Bucky's mobile number, he left it weeks ago during the Flagsmasher incident there in case something ever happened to Sam or if she and the boys need anything.
Before thinking it through she calls Bucky.
He answers on the first ring, "Hello? Sarah? What's wrong?"
Bucky knew that she would be home alone today and with her calling this early it must be important.
Sarah freezes at the sound of his voice and she jolted back into the dream, she had of her and Bucky.
"Ah…Hey, Bucky. Uh, nothing's wrong, well I mean something is wrong but it's not you know…life-threatening or anything. I just wanted to see if you knew anything about fixing air conditioners?"
Oh no, I'm sorry. We didn't have air conditioners back in my day. Or at least no one I ever knew could afford one."
They share a chuckle over the phone, "I'm sorry, of course, you wouldn't know. I always seem to forget that about you."
"What's that?" he asks.
The heat in the kitchen doesn't feel as heavy while talking with Bucky.
"That you're from an older generation but you look and feel like you're from mine."
"Yeah, well this old man showed you a thing or two last night on the dance floor."
"I'm not gonna lie, you certainly did," smiling into her phone.
"What's the problem with the AC?"
"I woke up in a pool of sweat only to find out that it stopped working sometime last night. Maybe during the storm."
"So…what are you gonna do? It's supposed to get up to 120 today."
"I don't know…I think I jinxed myself with wanting a 'Vacation Day'. Well...at least I'll get some serious skin therapy with my body absorbing up all the humidity in the house."
Bucky becomes very quiet on the line.
To Sarah, it sounds like indifference.
"Hey, I'm sorry I woke you up for this just go back to sleep I'll be fine. I'll talk to you so…"
"No, wait, Sarah? You can still have your vacation day. Meet me at…hold on…meet me at 9816 Petit Lake Drive at 10a. O.k.?"
"I don't know," she hesitates, "I've gotta figure out something with the AC and…"
"Hey, forget about what you planned for your vacation day and just take the vacation day with me. I promise you'll enjoy yourself and I promise to keep you cool…most of the time."
"Sarah remains quiet on the phone for a moment, trying to figure out why she thought to call Bucky about the AC and how she's scared to say yes to his suggestion.
There was nothing that she could do in the house, and it is terribly hot.
"O.k. I'll see you there."