The party was already in full swing when they arrived, dozens upon dozens of beautiful young things mingling with various genres of costumes, all types of cinematic classics and other -sexy versions of different mythical creatures. Expensive looking designs professionally made. Realistic prosthetics on faces and limbs, blood and heavy makeup with less fabric covering -actual- anything was all over the place. Couples dressed in matching outfits, shouting to be heard over the blasting, obnoxiously loud music to Bucky's taste.
Next order of mission; A quiet place is to be looked for in the next couple of minutes, thank you very much.
Luckily he doesn't stick out like a sore thumb, with his last-minute costume choice, the last decent looking costume for the grumpiest of them all, the simplest pirate get up the store had to offer, which Steve baptised 'The prince of The Debauched Oceans ' when he came out of the fitting cubicle one day before the party.
A suspiciously too white for a pirate shirt if you asked him, with large- not that much though- sleeves for a periodic cut; opened gingerly enough to see a beginning of a smooth chest hair and dark brown leathery looking tight pants, a surprisingly comfortable black knee-high boots, a red sash-y looking waistband under a thin leathery one, as a belt with assorted fake trinkets of what pirates supposedly wore around their waists, which was useful to keep his phone close, with the lack of pockets in the damn periodic pants!
Hair loosely gathered just about the neck, various locks rebelling now and there. A crappy looking bandana and a worn-out triangular hat came with the costume to which Bucky had to put his foot down. His soft beard satisfyingly fits the final look.
All was going pretty well, but the thing is, he can not get the look on Moon's face out of his damn mind right now when he sought her out earlier to help with the damn eye-liner.
Eyes going wild and cheeks reddening… So if he took her reaction as a note to his outfit, he'd say he did well.
To his relief, she wasn't dressed yet, Tony needed Steve with something so he and Bucky headed out earlier using Steve's car, because of the car sitting, Moon's Wrangler was a double seat and the girls were adamant about taking their time getting ready.
The shift in their dynamic was palpable, so pleasant and lovely and open after that night, the easiness was tenfold and such a relieved and relaxed feedback with the tiptoeing between each other was dead now. To Bucky's relief and literal gratification, the easygoingness that settled after dropping the tough act was heaven-sent.
The penthouse was ginormous, from the lights to the fake webbing and very real looking skulls and full skeletons all over the place, yet looking surprisingly in place, not over the top. A long table for a buffet with various crafty looking appetizers and plates and such. It's going to be a long night! Thought Bucky, at least not one that would mess him up more.
Bucky didn't know much except for the master of the ceremony and thankfully, Natasha spots him and he is saved.
"Look at you looking all prince-y!" She commented, hugging him with a box of what smelled like brownies. Dressed in a surprisingly well fitted red long dress with a killer slit on the front, hair in a puffy looking due with short bedazed red horns and matching bonny wings. A wand-looking pitchfork that she happily used as an extension of her hand. A mix of Jessica Rabbit and Satan's wife.
Damn!
" I'm a pirate, thank you very much!" He commented, a failed attempt to save his long lost pride after he made the decision to wear the tightest leather pants in existence.
" Huh, now that you say it, you're gonna have to correct them all night, brace yourself ma friend" She winked, circling him while looking around " Want one?" She offered to open the box like it was filled with illicit goods other than chocolate delights.
" Maybe later" He replied, taking a large glass of the assorted drinks, requesting a non-alcoholic one, he really didn't need to get drunk with the state of his mind right now. He all together gave up drinking after his return. Having a pretty clear image of how badly things would be if he didn't make that decision.
After dealing with what was needed of them, which was introducing Steve to some potential clients for his gallery before the mess of Tony's shindig, Steve and Bucky followed by Natasha with her trusted box headed for the corner of the huge room filled with Tony's guests to rest on assorted couches and chairs, waiting for their remaining group to assemble.
The twins from the last party were sitting there, Bucky recognized them when Nat and Steve greeted them like long lost comrades, After half an hour, Tony approached with Clint in toe,
Tony in an immaculately accurate Ned Stark's costume and Clint in a sexy cop?! Right down to the furry handcuffs and bright pink baton hanging onto his waist belt. The juxtaposition of both of them offered walking side by side a subtle joke only a few people would appreciate…
Bucky huffed up a silent laugh thinking that it was something Moon would unequivocally find hilarious. Moon would have been laughing out loud at that. He caught himself for a second there, she seemed to always come to mind when he experienced something he knew she would enjoy… huh! Experiencing some separation anxiety are we?!
Great!
Nursing his half-emptied glass, indulging his thoughts for a stolen respite finding no interest in what Tony was bragging about as his latest conquest helping himself to Nat's brownies, voices and music closing in to become white noise. The weight of the crowd started to toll on him.
Their sleeping arrangement was a fucking success, to Moons delight and Bucky's gratefulness. He was never this rested in a long while.
when she got home later that day, dropping a swift kiss to his cheek like it was nothing, talking about her day and laughing with Steve and Shin over dinner and still not asking anything that could put Bucky on the spot, like their words didn't just turn upside down. She became more touchy-feely and daring regarding him and he loved every moment of it.
She said it herself, She was done tiptoeing. So when he found her already in bed phone in hand for the last check, obviously waiting for him to join her, smiling and freshly showered,
an inviting arm asking him silently to just accept his faith and not say anything.
so with a sigh, he did just that. Pleasantly chit-chatting about her latest obsession, or how the light from the window was hitting her glasses juuuuust right when she was lost in thought at her office making a soft rainbow spread over her sketchbook, or how the soft sounds of her colleague's keyboards made her relax and giggle because they sounded like a tiny army marching sometimes.
Yeah, since stating living with her, these small, strange, everyday POVs, which in any other situation Bucky would never even notice, became a very normal subject of conversation, breaking all awkwardness within the moment, leaving only familiarity and ease.
The new and improved development within his own traitorous body was the latest recurring issue though. Learning from his mistakes, Bucky made sure to put as many blankets between them -to his disappear!- as he could to not make it obvious, he was lucky she wasn't aware of his bodily state whenever he was entangled by her and her scent, let's not push our luck further! But yet again… Waking up to an empty bed hurt him more than he expected it would.
Their nightly impromptu escapade was a few nights ago, and Bucky was still squeezing the elation from his memories, just by closing his eyes, he would find himself there, feeling her behind him tiny and steady, warm and open, protective and forgiven, their closeness taking another forme since that night, so trusting and- Omg ! Look at her now.
Like in those clishé scenes from any teen coming of age movie where the ambient noise and voices dials down to a muffled sound in the back of his mind, and everyone present becomes a secondary thing blurring in front of his eyes, just a non-important set of the decor, lenses zooming in on her and forgetting the worlds existed.
Here she was, looking left and right, with her trusted best friend in toe in a periodic 16th-century french court outfit, more what the males would wear, Bucky remarked.
And Moon, Well to his delight and fucking doom, was dressed in what will unfalteringly be visiting Buck's waking dreams from now on. A Fucking Corset! for fuck sake!
A dark red corset adorned with black lace and golden trinkets over a puffy short skirt at the front kept in shape by black and red mesh-looking fabric that Bucky forgot the damn name, but longer and puffier on the back- The joke wasn't lost on him-a fucking skirt!
Black laced stalkings held in place by a fucking satiny looking garters, visible at the end of the damn blood-red velvety thigh-high boots, with the delicate needle-like heels. Fuck him!
Armes in black silky long gloves and hair in smooth curls gathered on her head with decorative pins. some drop-shaped pearly earing and a black ribbon around her neck make her cleavage deliciously inviting. Bucky felt suddenly empathetic with vampires.
Dramatic eye makeup made her maroon eyes shine like a damn soulless creature promising you delights before damning your soul to the darkness of the abyss and thanking her for it, the red fucking lips were cheery on top.
Was that a cane?!
A sophisticated Periodic Madame of a very high-end brothel, Moon and Shin side by side made a well thought out picture, the Lord and his debauched, expensive courtesan.
Bucky had to close his eyes to breathe and calm himself when she finally located their group and started heading towards them. To his treacherous self, Bucky couldn't miss the bounces of her freed curls over her shoulders when she walked past the dancing monsters, or the hovering of the back section of the skirt in her stride the damn beaming smile she gave him when she locked eyes, a playful wink ending with him uncontrollably mirroring her delight like a contagion. That cane made her effortlessly domineering, like this was her domain and they were all her guests.
"Anthony! " She greeted, hugging him, "Looking very lordly; Lord Stark! " Shin was already heading for Steve's inviting lap, depositing a kiss over his puckered lips to resume greeting the rest of the members while Steve made the introduction between themselves.
"I thank you, my lady," Smiling in appreciation over how she was dressed still holding her by the hand "I see you're finely using the gift " She slowly spun around dramatically showing her costume up and finishing it with a dramatic pose with her damn cane "After years of me pestering you about it! You know" Tony continued, looking back over his friends one by one " When I bestow anything upon you, I expect you to indulge in my amusement and gratifications, what I get you is not to be kept locked in closets" He explained, "As our dear Clinton here" He took the man's hat and gave it a light dusting with his fingers "Losing a bet was a misfortune to him but a very enjoyable memory for yours truly! Dare I say, for all of us here present"
Moon scuffed affectionately at Tony, murmuring" The epitome of masculinity throughout the ages ladies and gents!" Bucky heard her giggling and gesturing between Tony and Clint, he chucked while drinking his drink, he felt so proud right now. Then she continued greeting the twins with warm hugs and kisses, talking about their costume choices, as Wednesday and Pugsley Addams.
" Yeah yeah! Enjoy it while you can soon-to-be Headless Hand!" Clint replied, taking the hat from Tony's and laughing amusedly. Natasha fixed the hat on his head approvingly.
" Looking good enough to eat, officer!" She whispered in his ear playfully, and Clint kissed her hand like the smitten puppy that he was" later my little devil" A gesture not lost on Moon blushing and smiling fondly at their swift exchange under Bucky's eyes.
Finely Moon turned to face Bucky to try and get a proper look at how he was so deliciously dressed, not expecting him to be looking at her, a quick surprise over her features and then she smiled back with a wiggle of teasing eyebrows, as a -so! so! what do you think?
All Bucky could do was smile, a slight tilt of his head taking her in, a warm and soft look on his previously grey eyes. a gaze looking softer and softer with every second passing. He honest to God couldn't keep himself from taking her in, trying to engrave every little detail in his mind.
Eyes roaming over her form when she was busy with talking with her friends, distracting himself from the boring conversation, feeling like a damn creep. Contemplating her ever-changing expressions and personalities depending on each friend and their familiarity, a whole other aspect of his Little Scorpion, the subtle blushing and the elating laughter, brown curls bouncing and the fucking chest trying to expand but restrained yet squeezed between fabric and bone and lace and Dear god! He needed air.
" Just eat one James, you'll thank me later!" Natasha offered, draping an arm over his shoulders and offering the box to him, looking where he was lost and a knowing smile gracing her face. Fuck! He was burnt!
" Ugh! Give me the damn thing!" He reached into the box and took a piece, finishing it in two bites, and downing the rest of his drink afterwards.
"Good boy," She praised approvingly.
For Bucky Barnes, jealousy wasn't really something he had a lot of experience with. A little bit here and there as he'd grown up, sure, but the kind of bone-deep envy that set your teeth on edge and made you burn with a desire you couldn't quench... That was a foreign and new experience, one that he desperately didn't want. But here he was, plunged deeply and irrevocably into the thick of it, all thanks to one Tom 'a.k.a what's his face.
Still angry at himself and over his damn mind while reaching for a second piece, when Tom arrived and Moon's high-pitched voice and lingering hugs over what Bucky could identify as an old English costume, a Shakespearean kind of vibe, erupting laughter and more touches and shit he wants to make him eat his damn hair! Bucky reaches for another browny to Nat's delight.
Like it wasn't already filled to the brim, people were still coming from the door, He could feel his body starting to itch, crowds made him want to shrink and retreat and fade into the background happily, leg starting to twitch nervously, and fists tightening and relaxing in a futile attempt to distract his mind. He didn't expect to be that obvious with him doing his best to not show any sign of discomfort, his back teeth already hurting from the tightness of his jaw, he was grateful for the resting he had, it would have been a dangerous mix. But the thing is, He felt strangely calmer compared with the last party he attended which was substantially less crowded. Huh!
Bucky closed his eyes in gratitude when he felt soft silky fingers wrapping themselves around his flesh hand, tension seeping a bit when she squeezed reassuringly.
" it's ok, it will be ok, I promise," He heard her whisper in his ear, eyes still shut breathing her in as she bent to reassure him, sitting back down over the arm of the chair Bucky was seated at, hiding his whole discomfort with her attempt to grab one of the chocolates in Nats box over the small high table next to Buckys. Wasn't she just with…!
You Obviously lost focus again because of your daamn anxiety and missed her coming to you.
God! He was so grateful for her existence then, his Little Scorpion. He quickly discovered being honest about his state gave him an ally, and he cursed himself for not letting her in sooner.
He dared to open his eyes and look back at her, checking for any sign of anyone noticing his little cry for help, flickering right and left towards his friends and it seemed like no one did, well except for Steve; of course, he was smiling to his right Shin still draped over his lap, knowing look and a reassuring wink.
Tightening his hold over Moon's fingers in silent gratefulness and reassurance, his stomach doing a flip and he wasn't entirely sure all of it was nervous apprehension or the way she was holding his hand like it was something she always did. Like all of that softness belongs in the roughness of his palm, as if he wasn't a destructive force waiting to happen.
But she said, it will be ok and he believed her.
To explain Moon's excuse of a costume, It could only be blamed on the last resort, yes, it could only be it. When he called her from the corridor seeking help, reaching for her with anything ever and to her delight with the opportunity to be useful to him as he sought her out for the first time without any push. Never was applying eye makeup so blessed in Moon's existence, she even hated the damn process when she did it on herself!
Looking at him lost with the damn pen in hand, hair loose and shirt opened and those damn boots accentuating the Thighs of Distruction under the fucking tight leather pants… Dear heavens! She wanted to hyperventilate. Big, trusting ocean eyes ogling her when she started applying the ink.
She couldn't help to revel in the picture offered to her, the beautiful prince- yeah, yeah pirate fuck off- kneeling right there outside her room asking to be played with, well applying the eyes make up, sure, but still, the amount of trust was baffling. She could do anything if she wanted, hence 'the played with'. Controle your face girl he's going to smell your arousal either way; being on his knee and all, so just be cool.
Bucky was still asleep when she'd woken up the next morning, he looked so beautiful and peaceful and she realized sleep was probably the only state in which Bucky Barnes didn't have a single care in the world. She fought the urge to cuddle up to him and hid the day away, stealing more of the opportunity offered to her to watch him sleep, getting to work on time be damned!
Steady ups and down with every breath, facing her, soft whimpers now and then, whenever she reached out to touch him, he would nuzzle up to her touch unconsciously, a body craving to be touched, a body that would resist if it were awake but asleep, the reactions were honest.
with a last defeating sigh, she settled for a soft kiss on his forehead before she quietly climbed out of bed and let him sleep in.
Questioning eyes looking up at her, she seemed lost in thought, to Bucky, or maybe a bit confused about how to proceed, a puzzled look on her face. Still, with her short-shorts and barefooted to Bucky's pleasure, yet another old and overly-used 'Queen' Tshirt with a wide neckline showing her clavicle, making it easy to take off without disturbing her coiffed hair later, Bucky guessed, but the hair was still under those curling thingies, making her look so cute and so out of depth. He couldn't wait to see the full result of the preparation...
So yeah she was but human Ok, she needed to play dirty and with no preparation whatsoever this year, she didn't have any excuse now. That fateful day has arrived, to her delight because she LOVED that thing, and chagrin because it was a challenge to wear in public! But love was a battlefield! And it looks like Tony will have his wish after all.
On one of their movie night with the full gang, watching 'Wide wild west' in one of Starks humongous screens, Moon made the mistake to voice out how she loved the steampunk costumes and she'd definitely get one for herself one day, and two days later the big box with a huge bow arrived at her door with a card saying 'I want to see it and You're welcome!'
opening it was a damn rapture. After trying it and deeming it fit for never to be worn in the presence of other people, it was back in the box and under the bed in a-ok after she had fun in it for a couple of hours - then back hidden and it's been two years since.
Now, well now ….she wanted to die!
She felt exposed and so uncomfortable and thank god for her being crafty with a needle; so small adjustments to it were a must, the corset was very supportive! But not that revealing, no plunging neckline or anything and the skirt could be fixed to look a bit longer on the front and maybe adding boots helped with the full naked legs things. See, she wears skirts, she hated them but still wore them. And yet…that's where it hit her.
That's where all the secrets were, isn't it! The whole thing about being sexy was all in one's mind, doesn't have to do in any way whatsoever with how revealing your clothes should be, Being sexy, Feeling sexy is all in how you identify within your body, accepting and loving every inch of it and truly be one with yourself, that love, care and relationship translates and exteriorises in one's movement, walk and languid grace, giving the illusion of sexiness, so what people finds sexy, was the confidence and love ones have for one's self…Making them in awe and jealous of that relationship.
When she looked in the mirror, a confident and drop-dead gorgeous woman looked back; she felt sexy and powerful, weirdly enough, she didn't expect it to feel like this. She wasn't one to wear revealing things, let alone what looked like a fucking lingerie with all the lace and tule, but No, this was a version of her, Bucky saw versions of her, as any family member would, but, she wanted him to see her as a woman… All those boyish looks and pyjama sets with big glasses and tantrums were not working in her favour if she wanted things to change.
She wanted to be seen, she wanted to feel desired again. She wanted that ugly voice in her head emphasizing every blemish she had and making it define her to be silenced.
Or maybe like in the good days, when she got ready for a bath and caught herself in the mirror and liked what she saw there, sometimes wishing it to be shared with someone.
Desire and approval….The glory of confidence and self-acceptance with a smidge of lust.
The approving smile on Shin's face at her bedroom door waiting for her was the boost she needed to actually move. " I bet you wearing boxers under all that aren't you!" Shin remarked with huffed amusement. " Duh!" I'm not That inconsiderate to my comfort! Moon murmured, grabbing her cane and heading for the coats and the keys at the door. an amused smirk keeping her from looking like a cat caught doing something it shouldn't be doing.
Playing dirty was never her go-to play, but now…The look on Bucky's face when he saw her entering was everything she hoped for. The shift of his burning gaze, the tightness of his muscled jaw and the way his eyes didn't leave her was all she needed to get confidence over her bold move.
Fuck it!
Somewhere over an army clad Blondy, sat a very comfortable looking french lord enjoying her drink within protective and adoring arms.
"Is this!" Steve asked, arms locking over his girls sitting on his lap, looking at Moon's turning while talking with Tony.
"Yes!" His lady replied, a proud smile on her face.
"Is she!" He tried again and failed knowing she understood him completely.
"Yep!" She popped the reply back
"Oh boy! He's screwed" He sighed looking at Bucky in his seat looking shellshocked!
" He has no idea what's coming for him!" She laughed and kissed Steve on the nose.
" You know, they've been sleeping in the same room since their date"
"And here I was thinking I was just lucky!" She replied not surprised, she was wondering how she still didn't catch one of Bucky's nights like Steve warned her.
" Good, she seems to be serious finely, this outfit says a lot" Finished Steve hugging his girl tighter.
To his credit, Bucky was feeling greater than he ever thought he would feel among an unknown group of people with the exception of the handful ones he knew, let alone at a raging party with more than fifty strangers, all cramped up in a space with blasting music.
Tom and the twins were dancing, taking Moon with them and... He was taking it like a champ! Because what's his face doesn't stop from touching her and Yes, he wants to snap his damn arm off, yet Moon's having fun with her friends was a sight to behold, So he doesn't wanna jinx it, he doesn't trust his luck, shit will go off soon, or maybe he ate something! He felt calmer than he should and he was not complaining really,
So when one by one they started to go dancing and after a couple of songs, Moon reached for him leaving that Tom guy suddenly was the push that made him jump. He could do with a bit of fun. But he didn't hide the apprehension in his eyes when she asked him if it was ok with her look and their silent language.
"Trust me, Buck" Came the whisper with a gentle squeeze.
For the first ten minutes, everything went really well, mingling between the dancing bodies seemed to cause Bucky no problems. The freeing moment within her bedroom walls that long lost day came rushing, and he enjoyed it once again; He held onto her arm the entire time but he seemed to hold himself together pretty well. He hated Crowds and he thanked God again for his rested body, or this benign act of dancing would have been a different story altogether.
It wasn't until suddenly the crowd started to jump up and down with the trendy new song, the chaos of any dancing bodies whoo-ing and whistling in delight, Moon noticed him becoming nervous. She could see his chest rise and fall fast, he was struggling to breathe.
She didn't hesitate to follow and placed herself right in front of him.
"Bucky, what's wrong?" She tried to keep her voice calm and not too loud for him but enough to make him hear her through the blasting music. Instantly within his peripherals.
"It's..the noise" He stuttered," there's so much of it I can't…" Shit!
She cursed her entire existence.
He nervously rubbed his hands over his pant and started shaking his head,
"Hey, it's okay, Bucky, look at me," She grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to her, forcing him to look into her eyes," Look at me, sweetheart."
She wasn't sure how the pet name came to her this shamelessly but it seemed to have its effect. Bucky's eyes locked with her worried orbs. He seemed surprised by her choice of words but it didn't seem like an unpleasant surprise. she called her friends with various endearment, but it was the first time it was directed to him.
"Keep your eyes on me," Moon continued softly, red lips closer " Just focus on me and block out all the rest. Breathe! Slowly." Face so close to his he could breathe her in.
Moon remembered reading about this one night after her massive research over PTSD, what to do when someone had a panic attack, that hypothetical someone of course being Bucky dismissing it to a never happening. But now look at her.
'Keep them grounded, give them something to focus on and talk them through it.' There were more steps but She couldn't remember right now so she focussed on what she did know.
"Put your hands on me," She whispered," Hold onto me."
Bucky didn't hesitate to wrap one arm around her waist, using the other to keep some semblance of normalcy. He pulled Moon closer and leaned his forehead against hers while closing his eyes and tried to breathe in and out slowly a few times.
"That's it, sweetheart" Moon encouraged him and put her arms around his neck. To any looker, they were just slow dancing, Bucky thought, it helped him relax knowing none was the wiser. But when she started stroking his back with steady circular moves, he was astonished how it had calmed him down and it seemed to work this time too. Mouth to his ear, whispering steadily "James, listen to my voice...Relax, concentrate, listen to the sounds of my voice, I'm right here, you're Ok."
8...7...6
"let all the other sounds drop off and focus on one! That's it! They are all fading all but one! Let it resonate with you, feeling it within you...You can do that darling just focus." He breathe out, a silent shiver made him inhale deeply "We can go back any time you want, okay, there's no pressure at all," She tried to comfort him., fingers in his looser hair, breathing steadily with every passing minute.
He opened his eyes. A soft smile answered her while pulling her closer.
"I'm okay," he whispered voice heavy, thank god for darkness. And colourful lights.
Bucky held her in his arms the entire minutes he needed to calm down, he could do this, it's was just people, staring into her gaze every time he started getting nervous again. She kept petting his hair and in return, he nuzzled her cheek and neck. Moon could feel his warm breath on her skin and every time she leaned back only a little he pulled her back in and hugged her tighter again.
She felt bad for even thinking it, knowing Bucky couldn't wait to get out of here but she secretly wished this would never end. Bucky didn't know Moon could have stayed there forever locked in his arms. Just to play with her self control more, a song blasted from the speakers and she couldn't be more grateful.
I lose control because of you babe
I lose control when you look at me like this
There's something in your eyes that is saying tonight
I'm not a child anymore, life has opened the door
To a new exciting life…
Just like that, all the crowd fades and the costumed bodies became surprisingly unregistered to Bucky. His breathing was calming and steady, slowly swaying to what is now her song. His little scorpion song…what were the chances!… He opened his eyes looking at the couples around them dancing with their matching costumes and lovey-dovey looking eyes, he noticed how surprisingly their outfits complimented each other, Moon's corset passing easily as matching costume with his; Huh! like all these couples … it made him smile. A soft smile while pulling her closer. Tightening his hold as long as he can go with it.
Dealing with human interactions as precariously as Bucky does, makes the man prone to discern every detail regarding any newcomer venturing into his life.
Now with her having claimed the majority of the territory, Moon became more mesmerising to Bucky's understanding of human interactions as any mythical creature could be.
Within only a few months, this creature erased any prior blockage or any safety precaution, his armour was laid down in defeat without any previous notion, the rapidity of him caring for her is still astonishing him to the brink of disbelief. All the walls and barriers that Bucky built crumbled like a house of cards, having her now between his arms, twirling and laughing without a care in the world has become his newfound drug. The long lost miracle of medication to his incurable malady.
Lifting his hand with Moon's gloved fingers over her head to make her twirl again, doing so just before tugging her close and grabbing her within a tight hug making her giggle every time. Closer and flesh on his chest, locked and secure, crushing on him with a controllable possession.
A groan was threatening to slip out from his throat, as he locked his metallic, then flesh fingers over the small of her back, corset smooth under his touch. Chest heaving, making her hold more inviting.
She looked at his face so close under her dramatically enhanced eyelashes, with a surprised yet pleased contemplating orbs. Breathing suddenly caught and pupils dilated, eyes dancing from lips to eyes, he fought the urge to let go and just claim what he wished could be his.
Subsiding his incriminating groan with a resolute tightening of his jaw, closing his eyes for a moment, being calmer made him more acute to her presence and what she did to him. He never thought quivering to a simple touch would hold so many answers.
No clouded vision with fears and restraints, being so clear-minded suddenly freighted Bucky The intensity of what he was feeling; Just pure desire.
Music, forgotten; Panic overlooked, and strangers and friends became a non-importance within the seconds he closed his eyes. All the priority was set on her and how she felt in his arms, warm, soft, close...Touchable and ...Safe.
The doctors were wrong, there was a perfect drog for him, they probably didn't know the danger of addiction of the one between his hold.
He wondered if it's what it's like to be in love!
for once in a long time, Her hold is still strong and grounding. The close and barely-there rift between their faces, her finger still soothing his nerves and whispering sweetness when she felt him slip away into his mind.
During one swaying moment his lips briefly ghosted over Moon's when he fought himself and lean his head on hers, making him forget everything and leaving him with only one all-consuming desire, for her to kiss him right then and there. Like she did on that blessed evening...
Time stands still when the days of innocence
Are falling for the night
I love you girl I always will
I swear I'm there for you
Till the day I die
But that kiss didn't come, instead, she reached her hand to make him look at her; Checking on him, because he suddenly became silent. Lost in his mind, yes, looking down to what was in front of him, finely calmer to do so.
The blushing cheeks and the warm worried chocolate orbs, the silent questions within them, the soft bosom held tight with that damn corset of hell, making him wanna bite the pink flesh. mark it, claim it, a proof of possession, making her his... He closed his eyes, The fucking caveman again!
All he could do is keep her close and enjoy this silent dance, he would take anything she's to give him.
Everything changed between Moon and Bucky after that faithful ride.
When the song ended, and he was grateful for Moon taking charge at the moment, his brain was on hold and he loved it that way, he felt warm, love and taken care of. Relinquishing decision making was a blessing.
And he loved it, even more, when she followed her out of the damn crowd but didn't like it when she let his hand go and asked him to wait there.
With a seriously manly pout, making her giggle and hurry back to him with the brownie Box and suddenly taking his arm and thankfully leading him far from the damn people.