Chapter Two: Can't Stop
This Chapter Contains Adult Themes
He brought her back to Bucharest. It was a surprise trip on her end, she had only found out the day before their anniversary that they were even leaving the apartment. He had told her to pack a bag for two nights, and she did, but she was quite confused. Where would they go? It was on the brink between winter and spring, so either somewhere warm or cold would probably be the place. She wasn't even sure if he would bring her out of the country. But, on a private jet from Stark industries they flew through the night to Bucharest.
"Oh, Buck." she breathed as they landed in a familiar area. She could see a few buildings she recognized. He gave her a wide smile before helping her off of the jet and into a waiting car, something shiny and foreign and completely different from their last time in the city. She sort of missed the rushed, hushed, mad dash to his apartment. Instead they went on a short car ride with champagne and chocolate covered fruits until they reached a gorgeous, historic-looking hotel. Five stars most likely.
"What, we aren't staying at our place?" she joked, and he gave her a sharp look.
"You know we can't go there anymore." he sighed, glancing back out the window. "Otherwise I'd fix it up and bring you back there." he gave her a sincere look, something wistful playing in his eyes, and she was overwhelmed with emotion for a moment. They first kissed here, first told each other how much they cared here. This was where their lives became so intertwined that anything short of togetherness caused a deep sense of feeling wrong.
But now, well, she didn't have to worry anymore. Because she was with him again. So much had happened between them since the last time they were in Romania, and somehow it made them stronger. They managed to work through every obstacle in the way to be together. And she knew that no matter what else popped up, they would find their way back to one another.
"This is gorgeous." she whispered in awe as he led her to the front desk. The interior was decorated in rich colors, red draped over every surface, gilded edges winking in the warm lighting, mahogany furniture gleaming.
"Yes, it's very beautiful. Tony recommended it." he murmured back before greeting the concierge. She glanced around a bit more before tuning into his lilting voice, the sound of him speaking the foreign language intoxicating to her. They had a short conversation before Bucky was given a set of key cards and a small brochure, the beautiful woman behind the counter eyeing him up shamelessly. Donatella tried not to glare, if she were in the woman's shoes she would do the same.
But did she have to do it so openly?
She was still annoyed about it when they got up to their room, but as Bucky unlocked the door a burst of laughter left her and she felt all her stress melt away. For some god-awful reason they were in a gaudy honeymoon suite, rose petals and candles lit up everywhere, a heart-shaped bed obviously the main event, placed right in the middle of the room.
"Laugh it up, but there's a jacuzzi tub." he smirked at her, and her hysterical giggles halted as she dashed towards the bathroom.
"God, I love how you know me so well!" she grinned widely at him as he set their luggage down. He gave her a large smile and kicked off his shoes.
"I don't know about you, but I'm starving and I'm thinking we should order room service." he said conspiratorially. She laughed and nodded eagerly.
"What's on the menu?" she grinned, crossing the room to settle on the edge of the bed. He opened up the brochure that the concierge had given him, studying the options. She wanted to kiss the small divot in his forehead that always appeared when he focused on something. She raked her eyes down him shamelessly, much like the woman at the front desk had. He glanced up with a smirk once he finished reading the options.
"I can feel you looking at me, you know." he chuckled, stepping towards her and dropping down next to her. "Here, you'll probably like this. Mici, salata bouf…" he listed off a few more options, and she nodded, barely paying attention to what he was saying. She didn't really care what it was as long as he kept talking in Romanian.
"Get me whatever you think I'd like." she smiled, leaning back onto her elbows with a yawn. He chuckled quietly, leaning over her to grab the phone off the nightstand, settling so he was stretched out on his stomach over her lap. He dialed the number easily, and she could feel his chest rumbling as he murmured into the receiver. One of her hands reached out absentmindedly to trace patterns onto his back, and he shivered a bit before giving her a 'knock it off' look. She merely grinned back, sitting up to settle both of her hands onto his back, kneading in with her fingers and knuckles in a makeshift massage.
He hung the phone up, but didn't get up to tell her to stop, instead he slumped down and laid completely flat over her lap, letting her work on his tense muscles. A soft groan escaped his lips as she hit a tender spot, and she gently prodded at it.
"You need to stop working so hard. The world isn't going to end if you don't wake up at six in the morning to run with Steve." she chuckled, softly kneading the knot until he relaxed again.
"It's fun, though. We race sometimes." she could hear his muffled smile, his face buried into the silky red sheets.
"You two act like kids." she laughed. He huffed in response, and she continued to slowly rake her fingers over his back, soothing away any tense muscles. "I can't believe it's only been a year." she sighed, and he turned his head to look at her, resting it on a throw pillow. His gaze raked over her lazily, a sleepy look in his eyes, and there was such adoration there that her heart ached. His face was open to her, and she could see everything that he held behind his mask.
"I feel like I've known you my whole life." his voice was hushed, his eyes glimmering with something like fondness. "I don't know what I would do without you."
"It's the same for me." she cracked a smile, moving her fingers up to the base of his neck and rubbing small circles. "You're my whole world pretty much. I'd be lost if I didn't have you."
"Probably sit in your room and eat chicken nuggets by yourself." he yawned, and she lightly slapped his shoulder. "Hey!"
"Excuse you, but we do that every week. Are you saying you don't like laying in bed eating McDonalds?" she laughed.
"I don't like it when you do it without me." his lips puckered into a pout, and she flopped backwards with a laugh.
"Okay that happened once! I learned my lesson." she smiled, reminiscing on the time he caught her eating without him. He had been so upset that she didn't get him anything, like a kid. Sometimes people wondered how they managed to stay together, but she saw the fun side of him, the loving side of him, the teasing side of him… most people only saw the rigid front he put up.
She and Bucky laid there for a few more moments until there was a knock on the door signifying their room service had arrived. Bucky pushed himself up and off of her, padding on bare feet over to the door with a cautious expression. She tried not to sigh. He had been so relaxed before, and now she would have to get him loosened up again. Anytime he saw a stranger or even people that weren't her or Steve, he became closed off, cold. It was like he had two different personalities. She wished people could see what she saw.
Then again, she was selfish and didn't really want to share him with anyone else. She could keep him just to herself. Just for a little longer.
Once the food was inside, Bucky rolled the cart next to the bed before flopping down next to her again, gripping her around the waist and pulling her into his chest.
"Aren't we gonna eat?" She asked from her position, her face squashed into the front of his shirt.
"Just shut up for two seconds." He groaned, his arms tightening around her. She stifled her laughter and settled into his warm embrace, relaxing bonelessly into his strong arms. She could stay like this forever. She would have, except the smell of something amazing made her stomach growl loudly. Bucky sighed and rolled away from her, sitting up and reaching for a few plates.
"What's this?" She asked excitedly as he handed her something. It smelled so good, and she barely listened to his reply as she began to shovel forkfuls into her mouth. He rolled his eyes at her, reaching into a bucket of ice and procuring a bottle of champagne.
"Want some?" He asked as he popped the cork out skillfully, not wasting a drop as he poured a glass filled almost to the brim.
"You really are the man of my dreams." She sighed happily as she took the flute of champagne, sipping the bubbly liquid quickly.
"Because I feed you and give you alcohol?" He quirked an eyebrow, a playful smirk over his features. She rolled her eyes and took another sip before replying.
"Partly. But mostly because I dream about you. A lot." She laughed.
"You do?" He cocked his head to the side, and she swallowed hard at the look in his eyes.
"Yeah, actually." Donatella revealed, swirling her drink and avoiding his gaze.
"What do you dream about?" He asked. She gave a small shrug before replying.
"Anything and everything, I guess. Sometimes it's just us talking, hanging out. Other times, it's our future together. And I even have dreams about us… doing it." She finished bluntly, and a slow grin spread across his face.
"Of course you do. Have you always had these dreams?" He leaned forward, gazing intensely at her as she finished her meal slowly.
"Ever since we first met." She revealed, and his smirk widened as he plucked the glass from her hand, setting it on the cart as well as her empty plate.
"Well, why don't you tell me about your favorite ones? Maybe we can bring them to life…" he purred, crawling over her with a predatory look. She raked her gaze over him, his body taut and ready to do anything she'd like with him. She licked her lips before giving him a slow nod.
"Sounds like something I'd be happy to do." she breathed out as she looked up at him again, his eyes intense and bright.
"That's my girl."
…
"I can't believe you're bringing me back here." Donatella grinned widely at Bucky as he led her down the street towards the pub where she crooned to him during karaoke.
"I thought it would be fitting. We kissed here for the first time, remember. So, technically this place is a part of our history." He shot her a wink and a smile before pushing open the door, his eyes immediately finding the booth they had frequented and pulling her towards it. They had a different waitress, but ordered pretty much the same thing they always had, and Don felt really, truly happy for the first time in ages.
"I miss being here. Just the two of us, nothing to do all day but be with each other…" she sighed, tracing her finger over the rim of her glass. He gave her a sad grin, reaching out to grab her hand on the table, his leather glove cool against her skin.
"I do too. But there's so much for us to look forward to, I don't want us pining away for the past." He shook his head, his thumb circling over the back of her hand. "Besides, you would die if you didn't get to see Tony and Peter at least twice a week." He rolled his eyes.
"Don't act like you're not the same with Steve and Sam!" She barked out a laugh, leaning forward as he scrunched his nose in a disgusted look.
"I would never - of course I wouldn't - I hate Sam!" He scoffed, his lip curling into a sneer.
"Sure you do. That's why you go out of your way to talk to him every day." She nodded, highly amused by his reaction. He made a small growling noise as she sipped her ale nonchalantly.
"I don't talk to him. I bully him. There's a difference." He sniffed, not meeting her eyes.
"You know Dwight and Jim from the Office, right?" She asked, and he gave a slow nod. "Well, you and Sam are like them."
"We are n-" he blinked, stopping his thoughts before giving another slow nod. "Huh."
"See?" She grinned, and he merely sighed again.
"Okay, it's our anniversary, can we please stop talking about Sam and Steve? I just want to think about us."
"Your wish is my command." She chuckled, but before he could reply their waitress dropped off their food. Their day had been spent mostly in bed, with a nice big room service brunch, but it was quite late before they had managed to leave the hotel. He had managed to bribe her to leave, saying the faster they got back from dinner, the faster they could try out the jacuzzi tub. Of course she was extremely ready to give it a go, so she ate quickly.
"What's the rush?" He asked her as she cleared her plate and pushed it forwards.
"You're forgetting you promised me jacuzzi time tonight?" She raised her eyebrows. He chuckled, shaking his head.
"I was thinking we could play one last round of pool. For old times sake?" He gave her a shy, hopeful look, and she pretty much melted at those puppy dog eyes.
"Your wish is my command?" She echoed her statement from before, giving a soft laugh as he grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the table. He pulled a receipt and a pencil from his pocket, ripping the paper in half and handing a piece to her.
"Time to place your bets." He gave her a quick grin before scribbling something on his paper and handing her the pencil. He stuffed the paper into his pocket before she managed to say anything.
"I can't bet anything when I already have everything." She teased. "What more could I want if I have you?"
"Humor me. Please?" He flashed her a smile, and she pretty much melted again at the shy look in his eyes. What was with this gentlemanly act he had going? Not that she was complaining, she found it extremely endearing. But where had her cocky, sure as shit Bucky gone? She missed him a little bit.
She scribbled down "ice cream" on her paper and stuck it into her own pocket. He handed her a pool stick and racked up the balls, but let her break. She was a bit rusty, but so was he, and they laughed as they played horribly for nearly the entire game. She was stripes, and he was solids, and she kept accidentally sinking his.
"You're really not doing well tonight." He teased, and she swatted at him, but watched appreciatively as he leaned over the table, his jeans tightening against his thighs as he sunk his last shot.
"You're distracting, I can't help it." She pretended to pout as he lined up his final shot, the eight ball the last thing he needed to pocket.
"Doll, if I can play without getting distracted by you, then you can do the same for me." He gave her a sideways grin before shooting the cue ball off towards the eight, sinking it perfectly and winning the game.
"Dammit, I was hoping we could get ice cream after this." She groaned, putting her stick back on the wall. "What did you bet?" She could hear the murmurs from the rest of the patrons in the bar around the corner, but it was slow that night, so she couldn't see anyone as he stepped closer to her.
"Here." He fished the paper out of his pocket and slipped it between her fingers. She gave him a curious glance, but unfolded it and read it aloud.
"Donatella, will you marry… oh my god." She nearly dropped the paper as he knelt down in front of her, a ring box opened between his fingers. She pressed her hand to her mouth, taking a stumbling step backwards as she gazed down at the heart-shaped pink sapphire.
"Donatella, I know it's only been a year. And even though most of that year was spent apart, I still think we've waited long enough for this." His voice wavered, but his eyes stayed glued strongly to hers as she felt tears filling her eyes. "When I first met you, I thought you were annoying. I thought… well, I thought you were oblivious and stupid for even helping me."
"Oh, god." she couldn't believe he'd called her oblivious and stupid during his fucking proposal.
"But," he continued, "the more I stuck around you, the less I wanted to leave." He admitted, and she took in a stuttering gasp as he continued. "There's something about you that just makes me feel good. I feel like I'm good with you. I've done so many bad things, so many. I've completely changed as a person. But you're my one steady thing. You probably deserve better than the sort of life I can give you, but I want to be selfish with you. I want to hide away from the rest of the world with you. I want to have babies with you, enough for a whole baseball team." She laughed at this. "I want to make breakfast with you, lunch, dinner, I want to take care of you the same way you take care of me.
"I can't believe I have the chance to be able to love you as much as I do. When I was with HYDRA, I thought that was it for me. Well, I barely thought then. But, you helped me remember who I was, who I'm supposed to be. And I know that who I'm supposed to be is yours, your friend, the person you turn to when you get scared, or angry, hurt, or lost. I would move mountains for you, I don't care why. I won't ask why. I'd just do it because it would make you happy.
"We belong together, Donatella. We got a little bit lost on our way here, but we made it back. We got a second chance, and if this doesn't work out, then I'm not stopping until we get a third chance, or fourth, or as many as it takes to get back to you. Because we're in this together. Forever." He finished, and she took a stuttering breath. She was speechless for a moment, tears streaming down her face shamelessly at that point.
"Angel, I've never heard you speak so much before." She croaked out, falling to her knees in front of him as a sob escaped her.
"What's wrong?!" He suddenly panicked. She sniffled as he leaned forward, wrapping her into a hug.
"I love you. So much." she sobbed into his shoulder, wrapping her arms tightly around him. She suddenly leaned back, looking into his eyes. Emotions were rolling over his expression, confusion, fear, hope, and overall adoration shone through.
"So, what do you say?" he sounded hopeful, and she felt herself nod vigorously.
"Yes, yes, of course." she sniffed, and a beaming smile broke out over his face, his tense posture relaxing. "I can't believe you even doubted I'd say yes." she chuckled, wiping her face.
"Well, I can't read your mind. Some verbal nuances help a lot." he teased her, and she felt a pang. That was something she'd said to him once, long ago, when they had first met. They'd been through so much together, it was almost insane. She reminisced on the simpler times, where all they had was each other. It had been fun, but things had only gotten better since then.
"We should probably get up now, huh?" she chuckled. They were both still sitting on the floor of the pub, behind the pool table, hidden away from the rest of the word. God, it was them, it was just so them.
"Probably." he gave her a small smile, and she felt herself laugh. He stood up easily, reaching a hand down, but instead of pulling her up like she expected, he slipped the metal band onto her finger, the silver metal cool against her hand. It felt heavy, but not uncomfortable. She admired it for a moment before he hefted her up, and she stumbled into his chest with a giggle.
"I'm kind of in shock right now." she admitted as he led her back towards the door, tugging her along steadily.
"Yeah, me too." she heard him breathe out, and he turned slightly to the side, flashing her a bright, special smile, one that she knew she would be the only one to see. It was just for her, he was just for her. Forever. Her heart stuttered in her chest as she looked at him, slight stubble defining his jaw, his hair still short, making him look younger, more carefree. She couldn't stop looking at him, honestly. He was intoxicating, every small detail about him. The cleft in his chin, the way his fingers tightened around hers imperceptibly whenever they passed a stranger, the light look in his eyes when he would glance back at her. Sure, she appreciated him physically, maybe more than she should, but there was something about him that just softened the edges of her heart. He was all for her, his laugh, his sweet kisses, everything.
She glanced down at their intertwined hands again, seeing the sparkling gem on her finger. It was all so… surreal. She hadn't expected this to come up so suddenly, but then again, everything had happened so quickly with them. She wanted to jump off the edge of the unknown with him, start building their life together. Permanently. He would be her husband… the word was heavy. Yet, she got butterflies in her stomach just thinking about it. She knew that this wouldn't make everything easy, it wouldn't fix everything that had happened between them…
But it was a start.
She remembered the first time that he had rushed her back to their apartment like this. There were rushed, stolen kisses, a sense of something frantic… like, if they didn't get back and solidify what had happened, the magic would vanish. But she knew now that that wasn't the case. She had loved him long before he bet that kiss, and she would love him long after. She would have waited years for him to be ready for her, because she just knew that nobody else would be right for her. And she was alright with that.
When they finally made it back to the hotel room, he set the now empty velvet box on the bedside table. She let go of his hand reluctantly as he went to go start filling the tub, and she took a moment to admire the ring. It sparkled a lot more than she expected it to, and she noticed a few small diamonds surrounding the faceted gem in the center. It was really spectacular.
"Should I take this off before I go in the water?" she called out, and he popped his head out with a stern look.
"You already want to take it off?" he asked incredulously. She felt a bubble of laughter escape her.
"No, I just don't want to ruin it. It should be fine, right?" she wiggled her fingers in front of him, and he rolled his eyes.
"If I can put my arm in the water, that little ring will be fine." he huffed. She smiled, kicking off her shoes before slowly walking over to him.
"Don't worry, angel. I didn't plan on taking this off again." she grinned.
"You're too good to me, sweetheart." he gave her a genuine smile as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly. She felt perfect. He was warm, safe, and all hers.
"So, is it time to try out the tub?" she asked, looking up at him with a conspiratory smile. His eyes glimmered down at her, and she smirked back up at him.
"I thought you'd never ask." he smiled and she took a step back, fingers reaching for the hem of her top, playing with the cloth for a millisecond before pulling it up and over her head. She let it dangle from her fingertips for a moment before letting it drop, and she felt good, the way his eyes raked over her made her skin buzz with anticipation. Her fingers dropped to the button of her skirt, and she popped it out before slipping it down her thighs, letting it pool on the ground before stepping out of it.
"Your turn." she teased him, sounding a bit breathless as she stood there in her bra and underwear. He swallowed, hard, a small smirk playing over his lips. He mirrored her previous actions, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal all those golden rippling muscles, that smattering of dark hair peeking out from the waistband of his underwear just begging to be freed. He leaned forwards then, hands gripping her shoulders and practically pulling her up onto her tiptoes, searing lips pressing against hers and making her brain melt out of her ears. She could kiss him forever, honestly. There was nothing that felt better than just touching him, feeling him pressed against her, his hard, rough body just begging to be explored. His hands were splayed across her bare back, they were large and warm and she shivered in anticipation as his metal fingers unclasped her bra.
She helped him slide it off, and one hand snuck around between their bodies to squeeze at her chest, fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in the steam filled bathroom.
"Cold?" he murmured against her lips as she shivered, wishing she was in the hot water.
"A little." she replied breathily, her hand trailing at the waistband of his underwear and tugging at them. She wanted them off, and fast. He obliged, quickly shucking them off and slipping hers down in almost the same movement. He moved fast, the serum running through his veins giving him the upper hand in situations like these. She giggled when his hands trailed over her sides, nudging her backwards until the backs of her knees hit the ceramic. She wobbled a bit, smiling into the his lips as he grasped her tightly around her waist, lifting her with ease and settling her into the steaming water.
She felt herself gasp as the water heated her, nearly scorching. It felt too good, especially once Bucky climbed in after her and pressed himself into her, his length laying thick and heavy between her thighs as he lowered them into the water. She was surprisingly comfortable in the tub, and when the jets turned on she gave a small yelp. Bucky smirked down at her, mouthing hot kisses onto her jawline and down her throat, and she couldn't help the obscene noises that left her at that point.
Donatella ground herself into him, almost whimpering with need as one hand slipped between them to brush against her swollen clit. She gasped and moaned as he teased at the small bud, teeth biting hard into her lip to try and control herself.
"You feel too good." he gasped against her skin as he ground his length into her. He licked a trail between her breasts. "Taste too good, too." he groaned.
"Just fuck me, Barnes." Donatella practically whimpered, needing him to get the job done sooner rather than later.
"Your wish is my command, sweetheart." she could feel him smirking against her skin as inch by torturous inch he sheathed himself inside of her, the pads of his fingers never stopping their slow circles around her bundle of nerves. She almost came right then and there, but then he started to move, slow strokes that sent waves of water rushing over her skin, enhancing his touches by a tenfold.
"God, I can't wait to marry you." he stuttered as she shuddered beneath him, her nails digging into his shoulders as an attempt to ground herself.
"I can barely wait for the honeymoon sex." she gasped, feeling her head drop back and rest on the lip of the tub as she tipped over the edge, and a few more pumps of his hips later Bucky followed, pressing his forehead into her shoulder, his breath hot against her skin.
"You and me both, gorgeous."
Hi all! Thank you so much for all of your support on the third installment of Bucky and Don's story. Updates might be a bit slower this time, I'm thinking every three to four days for updates, but I promise I'm working hard to conclude this right!