I know, I took my sweet time again. This year's ending has been hectic urgh. Anyway, so another lengthy chapter I wasn't expecting to be lengthy. A little angst, a lot of love, and a hell of a lot of sex.

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- SSC

Touch me, take me, kiss me
Love me, depress me
Pull up, black truck, ganja
Wrist so blinding, heart so timeless
Wishing, you could meet me, see me, free me

- Shea Butter Baby, Ari Lennox ft.

November 30th, 2014

Something was wrong with his metal arm.

It wasn't a huge change, but it was small and the Soldier's meticulous psyche took notice. The first morning it happened, he had just woken up. Usually, he would lay in silence, most of the time with the weight of Joanna's leg thrown over his lower belly. He liked the odd greeting, the feel of her tough muscle and smooth skin beneath his wandering hands, helped ground him, from all the nightmares that tormented him.

After that, he would begin his usual routine of writing his thoughts or meditating for a bit, but that early morning, his arm felt pumped with lead. Most would assume that wouldn't be shocking, considering the appendage was metal. But the limb's weight was secondary to him, nonetheless, this was more apparent and focused somewhere near his shoulder.

He had felt around the slits of the steel structure at first, nothing was jutting out or out of place. It didn't help that when he rotated his limb, it was once again back to its normal movement like there wasn't a ghostly twinge.

He had dismissed the oddity at first, thinking maybe it was a slight pinch in his circuiting. But then it happened consecutively and he knew he had to consult Joanna. The following day she had inspected his arm and assured him there was nothing out of place except for a pink jewel that had peeled off the star.

He was eased by her surety and took her word as gospel and the next day, his arm was fine, even though he was expecting some malfunction. However, he wasn't expecting to wake so late that Saturday morning, and even more astounding.

Joanna was awake before him.

Bucky felt like each time she got up before him, he would wake up to the most bizarre instance. The woman's solo antics were a performance of her hyper-stimulated, overactive individuality that brought him boundless entertainment.

In the best and worst of ways.

But as he slowly sat up on the bed, staring at the female at the foot of their bed, unaware of his shocked expression. He had to categorize this instant as a good one.

Joanna was bare as a newborn. Standing tall and facing their bathroom door. He noticed the door was wide open and he guessed what she was staring at was the mirror. He admired the side profile of her naked form, the delicious glimpse of her plump breasts and her golden skin reflecting the soft morning light, in a heavenly glow.

His haunted gaze trailed down her long torso, to her toned legs as she took several steps back, and then two forward as if trying to locate the ideal spot for her reflection. She had her hands on her hips, twirling gently from side to side. Her stare lowered, searching for something near her waist.

Bucky was distracted by the sweet bend of her generous behind and couldn't discern any flaw. All he could absorb was the glorious sight of her nakedness and the rising bulge between his legs, beneath their plaid bed cover.

Then suddenly, she turned around completely, her back now facing the bathroom mirror. He stared as she glanced strained her neck over the bend of her shoulder to study her reflection. His cock pulsed in want when she bent over slightly, with her arms hovering by her hips as if measuring the bend and width of her ass. He gulped down at his parched throat, his blue eyes shivering in want and concern, finding the situation both arousing and confusing.

He opted for a moment of distraction, by reaching for the bottle of water he kept by his bedside. Thankfully the lid was already uncapped and he gripped the glass before bringing the brim to his lips and taking several much-needed gulps to quench his dry gullet. Then he lowered the bottle back to the floor, retracted his arm, and turned his profile back to the odd woman.

"What are you doing?" A question he realized he seemed to direct quite often at her. Joanna wasn't startled by the sudden inquiry or his raspy voice, instead, she glanced coolly in his direction, her pretty face sharp with a seriousness he wasn't expecting.

His attention was raised to her face as she turned to him. He studied the anxiety in her shivering dark eyes and grew concerned the longer he observed her. Joanna sluggishly straightened up to her full height, but she was shifting her feet against the wooden boards, her arms trembling in shaky confidence he hadn't seen before.

Her expression was jaded and stern, but he saw the effort she took to seem unbothered, over what, he did not know.

"Have I put on?" She asked bluntly, bewildering him further.

"Put on what?" He demanded instinctively, scanning her bare form in quick succession.

"You are naked." He pointed out in a flustered breath. He was amazed he had to point out the obvious to her. His cock throbbed at the reminder, but Joanna rolled her eyes as if he was the one being ridiculous.

"I'm serious, have I gained weight?"

Bucky immediately tensed, filled with dread over the loaded question. If anyone had simply inquired him to comment on their weight, Bucky would have given a factual answer. But Joanna's tone and new context showing that she was in fact measuring out her body, set a different, more sensitive mood.

"Is this a test?" He found himself asking, nervously.

Joanna blinked, surprised by his rebuttal and the intense severity she expressed on her face, which softened in misperception.

"Why would you think this a test?" She asked, with a slight tilt of her head.

"It feels like a test." He answered factually. Her face lit up with a beaming smile, amused by his distrustful response. His racing pulse eased, calmed by her grin and thinking, the situation wasn't as serious as he was making it out to be in his head.

"It feels like you are dodging the question." Joanna mused in that same teasing tone that eased him further. He smiled back, eyeing her pretty face with great adoration. He saw the way his gaze seemed to melt away the self-conscious thoughts she was surrounded by before his wake. It was an odd observation, he never considered Joanna to be insecure about her body, reflecting on all her self-assurance.

"Does it matter if you did?" He asked softly, feeling unsure the moment he asked the question, not knowing if it would trigger a negative response. Joanna blinked again, her large eyes, ample and absorbing his inquiry. He saw a flash of some turbulent worry in her eyes but she lowered her gaze, veiling the vulnerability beneath her inky lashes.

"Does it matter to you?" She asked in turn, glancing at him again, expectantly her lips pressed together in a thin line, prepared for rejection.

"No, of course not." He said candidly, without a second thought, and a little annoyed by the suggestion. Joanna was smiling again, not smug or disbelieving, but she did seem vindicated in some way as if she envisaged his response.

"It's your ego that needs weight loss." He quickly added with a playful crinkling at the corners of his eyes. Her smile intensified, revealing her pearly rows of white teeth.

"We both know that ain't happening," Joanna announced with a confident lift of her chin, her hands casually returning to her hips, along with her confidence.

Bucky rolled his eyes knowing he most likely further inflated her enormous ego. He also felt relieved knowing he had sidestepped a land mine of unintentionally wounding his girlfriend and triggering animosity. He found the whole inquiry ridiculous, why should he have an opinion on her looks? He chose to be with her and as gorgeous as Joanna thought she was, it wasn't just her physical aspects that he adored.

He continued to admire his girlfriend, gazing at her own reflection with a lot more confidence, smiling and running her fingers through her inky locks, scrunching the thick mane. He was glad she was back to her normal spirits and mostly happy he brought that balance back.

He had his reservations when they first started living together, mainly about the potential misery he could bring her with the sordid past that still haunted him. But seeing her now, merry again because of him, made him in turn, ridiculously happy.

He slowly stood up from his seated position on the bed. The blanket slid down his blue boxers and strapping legs as he stood bare-chested on their bed. He crossed the room on his exposed feet, reaching her in careful strides.

"You always look good." He said soundly from behind her, snagging her black gaze through the reflection, his own steeping with desire. She eyed him as he ran a loving caress along the curve of her hipbone, eliciting an instant tingling sensation on her flesh. His gaze was lowered, unable to resist the urge to ogle the magnificence of her exposed form.

"It's annoying." He added in an almost frustrated tone despite the darkly sensual glimmer in his clear eyes. Joanna was watching him surreptitiously, the corners of her lips dimpled in impish delight.

Bucky was far too distracted by her appearance and the scent of her thick hair, the inky tendrils tickled at the tip of his nose. But then suddenly, she collapsed back into his body as if abruptly faint. He was jolted out of his distraction and hooked his arms under her shoulders as she slipped down his chest. He saw her legs flailing lazily beneath her, the meager attempts of her bare feet trying to keep her upright.

Bucky craned his head over her mass of curls to read her face, his own mirroring his stark confusion.

"What are you doing?"

"It's not me it's my ego, it has doubled in size and shifted my center of balance." She cried out, in an almost practiced monologue. Her forehand was thrown dramatically over her temple, the back of her head slung over the bar of his shoulder, a woeful stare aimed at the ceiling.

"Hold me, pretty boy." She whispered in feigned despair that he instantly absorbed as one of her many antics. His heart was thudding in belated worry that vindicated his annoyance even more. However, as she twisted around in his hold, her arms accompanied her rotation to wrap around his neck. He rolled his eyes, exasperated but also not entirely surprised.

He acknowledged her face, smiling up at him, her dark eyes twinkling in that mischievous glint he loved. He found himself smiling tenderly, cradling her in his arms and reeling her closer as he bent to meet her halfway.

"Stop." He murmured unconvincingly in his effort to be stern. Her smile lengthened, revealing the sharp ends of her canines, and Bucky felt his heart squeeze, utterly weakened by such a display of happiness.

Joanna laughed, softly, like gentle chimes swaying in the wind and he knew he was a goner then. She swooped up and claimed his lips, clinging to him around his shoulders. He held her steadfast as if prepared for the meeting of mouths and melted into her kiss.

He kissed her with drugging depth, eyes closed and holding her tight. Joanna was mildly surprised by the pressure of his affection but eagerly matched his enthusiasm.

Bucky was running his hand up the curve of her spine, his fingers sinking into her golden skin as if he could not gather her close enough to satisfy him. He felt the stirrings of his arousal return at the wonderful press of their bodies together. His knees trembled and he dropped back, bottom first to the floor with her in his arms.

Joanna was on him in haste, climbing over him, straddling his hips and he was reluctant to end the kiss. His hands explored her body, delighted by the warmth of her skin. Joanna was kissing him with great hunger, her lips parting his, her hands buried in his hair. He could feel the scrapping of her blunt nails against his scalp, gripping at the roots of his mane as he took pleasure in her touch.

His lungs were burning in protest, but they were lost to the pleasure of their playing tongues, reluctant to part. Bucky had to be the first to concede, pulling away panting and dizzy from her kiss.

He raised his heavy, hooded gaze to meet hers, and their eyes locked. The charged electricity between them in their passionate interlude, made his pulse gallop in longing. Joanna's dark eyes were bleary and tormented with want, calling for him like pools of seductive, dark waters. He wanted to swim in all her wonder and his loose boxers suddenly felt tight and constricting around his groin.

As much as he loved their witty banter, there were moments when no words were needed. From her heady look alone, Bucky knew exactly what she needed from him and he was more than willing to oblige. He knew a rational part of him would have glanced at the clock and assured himself he had plenty of time in the day, but in that instance, all that consumed him was the thought of loving her.

His smoldering stare fell to her lips in a tantalizing slowness before shooting forward and stealing another kiss. Joanna moaned against his mouth, eyes pinching shut as she gathered him into her embrace. Bucky moved with as much urgency and impatience as his kiss. Fumbling with the waistband of his boxers and kicking the offending clothing away, so they were both bare.

His hands settled on her hips forcing her closer, her erect nipples pressing pleasurably against his chest. Holding her possessively, his fingers slipped over the curves of her backside and sunk into her soft bottom. Then in his distracting kiss, he guided her onto his hard cock and claimed her with wild need.

Muffled groans of utter delight escaped the two lovers, amidst the passion of their kiss. Joanna didn't give him a moment to gather his senses, rocking against him, sinking and rising while clenching his length inside her, like a woman starved for pleasure.

Bucky recovered quickly, despite having been the initiator. The pleasure was mind-numbing and it would have been so easy to simply receive, but hearing her wanton cries when he took control, wasn't something he could simply pass up.

Joanna was trembling in his arms, despite her indulgent ways. He stroked her body lovingly, and his touch seemed to tame her prowess, slow her rhythm so the pleasure was like the flow of lapping waves instead of just clashing heat.

His hand flattened up her torso, stroking up between the valley of her ample cleavage, and felt the erratic pulse of her heart beneath his fingertips, mirroring his own. With his left hand still steady on her rear, he began to move again while she gently met his thrusts.

He liked that he seemed to have a certain power over his raunchy vixen. As energetic and gratification-seeking as she was, he seemed to manage to subdue her, while at the same time giving her exactly what she wanted.

He supposed as he slipped into the bliss of their lovemaking in the middle of the room on the floor, that part of her was aware, considering she didn't submit easily. But it seemed to be an organic dynamic, like sex between them. They weren't always planning to do it, yet it seemed to be an eventuality neither of them could refrain from.

"B-Bucky." She whimpered bleary-eyed and lips parted in pleasured fatigued. His eyes darkened, his body thrumming at the sound of his name breathed through her rosy lips. He admired her face, hanging close, flushed, and practically offering her mouth to his.

"Let go, Jo." He encouraged lovingly, cradling the side of her face and thumbing the breath of her high cheekbone. She nuzzled into his palm as her hips continued to roll over his raging member, in a sluggish rhythm.

"You f-first." She stuttered out, scandalizing him in the haze of pleasure. His weary stare admired his beloved vixen, grinning at him, her dark eyes shimmering in defiance that aroused him deeper than their lovemaking.

"Brat." He growled playfully before claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss. Her muffled moans made his stomach flip with want as they simultaneously careened into ecstasy.

Bucky remembered as a soldier when he woke up feeling bleary and lethargic from his slumber, a round of push-ups and sit-ups worked well at pumping blood through his stiff joints. However, having spent nearly four months with Joanna, he discovered that morning sex, was a better alternative.

The physicality in their sensual acts followed by the eventual, wonderful, stream of endorphins from the climax was a new stimulant. The rejuvenating energy and sated relief made his mind and body alert in ways he didn't expect. He had voiced his findings to Joanna while they took a shower together that morning, after their lewd acts. While lathering her hair, she had said the term is 'coming to your senses and then snorted, amused by her own remark.

He saw the obvious wordplay and found it equally witty, but of course, he had a lot more decorum.

After their shower, it was breakfast. Considering it was the day of the Feast of St. Andrew followed by National day, Bucky was enjoying their three-day weekend. He knew there wouldn't be another holiday till Christmas so he planned to indulge in rest before his work week began again.

Sometime in the afternoon, Bucky had occupied himself with a bit of journaling on their single-seater couch. His nightmares weren't as violent as before, but they still plagued him at almost every waking moment. Some nights he would be shocked wide-awake, other times he would arouse in a puddle of his own sweat. But the worst ones were when he came to, standing in the middle of their apartment, with no recollection of what he did or how he got there.

He was relieved to find Joanna asleep each rare moment it had happened. He hadn't harmed her, and that was the only assurance he had while trying to make sense of his turbulent psyche and the erratic pieces of his past.

He had his metal elbow balanced on the armrest. The open writing book posed on his right knee as he flexed his fingers, relieving the fixated strain of his digits from holding the pen too long. His blue eyes scanned the paragraphs of his handwriting till he met the end of the page. Nodding in affirmation, he placed the pen neatly into the spine of the book and shut the journal.

Discarding the book on the armrest, he stood up while looking to the mattress. The last time he had acknowledged Joanna's presence, she was lying back on their bed, listening to her music with her earphones. But all that was left now was the fading print of her body's outline and rumpled bedsheets in her departure. Jolted by her missing presence, his blue gaze glided across the room as he slowly rose to the length of his strapping legs.

Bucky finally spotted his lover, seated in front of the kitchen counter, dressed in her woolly black sweater with her elbows posed on the flat surface. Smiling fondly, he turned to face her fully and began his journey across the short space to the kitchen.

As he approached from behind her, he noticed how her upper body was slightly slumped over, her pretty face focused on a task between her nimble fingers. He observed from her side, the familiar brown rolling paper, pinched between her fingers.

"What are you up to?" He inquired curiously. Joanna raised her dark gaze to acknowledge him, he loved how her jet-black eyes glimmered in instant devotion when they fell to him.

"Rolling a joint." She answered casually, holding his stare and smoothly rolling the flat paper into a perfect funnel. Seeing the steady skill in her actions, his dusky brows arched up in amazement.

"You do that remarkably fast." He commented peering over the bend of her shoulder as she brought the filter to her lips. He stared with rapt interest as the tip of her tongue slipped past her full, pink lips. He watched as she moistened the length of the glistening end of the paper and folded the flap over the joint, leaving him decidedly aroused by the unintentional, erotic licking.

"Ey, these hands aren't made just for your pleasure." Joanna chimed in, snapping him out of his amorous trance. He leaned into the side of the tabletop, watching his girlfriend tap the bottom of the joint on the flat surface. Bucky found himself smiling softly at the sight of her that cold afternoon, looking delectably adorable with her tousled hair. He couldn't resist the urge to lean forward and nuzzle his nose into the crown of her head. Her soft curls tickled his nostrils, but it was an oversight compared to her wonderful aroma of her.

Joanna tensed in her task of tapping her joint. Bucky was initiating intimacy, she could feel his hot breath blowing at the roots of her hair. She blinked, surprised by the sudden affection as the pressure of his mouth on her head intensified.

In their cherished dynamics, Joanna was always aware that she was the more openly affectionate of the two. It wasn't an inadequacy she faulted him on, knowing that she was a rather dominating character. But she also realized, she loved his random bursts of love in their intimate quiets. They made her feel girlishly giddy, but she didn't hate it. Although she had to admit, as she melted into his chaste kisses, that the man was making her rather soft.

Bucky leaned back, slanted her a smile, and moved past her to the corner of the kitchen counter. She tracked his movements, admiring the length of his bare, alabaster torso. She bit her lip in thwarted longing at the sight of his broad physique. Joanna couldn't help but notice how the man seemed a little meatier around the arms as if his toned biceps had swollen slightly.

Her stare dragged up, noticing how his cheeks seemed less hollowed in beneath the high points of his sharp cheekbones. His skin once pale and shadowed by a thickening beard, seemed to glow like virgin snow, clean-shaven and boasting his handsome features. Her lover looked a lot healthier than the train wreck of a man she remembered at the prison.

Her heart fluttered joyfully. Pleased to see her once sinister assassin has been transformed into an affectionate gentleman. But she supposed, he had always been such a man to his core. The mask he presented to the world wasn't who he truly was and it was the very depth of him that made her fall so head over heels.

Her infatuation with him had also triggered a change in her. Joanna knew she was domesticated yet, she wasn't afraid of turning weak. Everything with him felt right, even when things were hard, there was a certain peace, a peace she hadn't felt before.

"What shall we have for lunch?" Bucky asked after a moment in response to her dazed staring. He was settling the weighty teapot on the stove with his focus on her, his blue eyes glimmering like diamonds. Joanna beamed back instinctively, resting her chin on her hand in a languid stretch.

"I'm thinking sandwiches toasted evenly on both sides, a smidge of butter, pastrami, jalapenos with a thin slice of cheddar cheese." Bucky blinked, surprised by the smooth response, but also not entirely shocked.

"With a side of fried chips." He added excitedly earning a twinkling stare from her. "I've been thinking about trying out this dip recipe, it's one-part spinach, with garlic, salt to taste, and a dollop of sour cream and part cream cheese."

"I could just touch myself right now." Joanna practically moaned, her smoldering dark eyes glimmering at him, in a come-hither stare. He stared engrossed as she leaned into her elbows, slanting half her body over the counter in an almost predatory prowl.

"You are so sexy when you talk condiments to me." Bucky felt an instant blush rise to his cheeks at her arousing words bathed in raunchy intent. Joanna was smiling all knowingly at the surprise that flickered in the depths of his blue eyes.

"Although, spinach?" She countered unsurely.

"A balanced diet is important, Jo." He reminded in a breathy tone, with an amused smile pinching at the corners of his shapely mouth.

"Fine." She grumbled with a wide roll of her eyes, leaning back into her seat, tucking the rolled joint behind the flap of her left ear, into her thick curls.

"Though my skin and bowel movements have significantly improved. Thank you." Bucky stilled with a look of absorption as her beautiful smile lengthened, her dark eyes which were glinting in hunger moments ago, were now glistening in the kindest light.

"You're welcome." He responded with his own shy leer. He hadn't expected such a grateful compliment. The reminder made his stomach flutter with a realization that he liked playing the part of her provider, despite voicing his annoyances at times. As spoilt as she was, he supposed he indulged her the most, yet Joanna was always so grateful.

Lowering his attention slowly back to the gently whistling teapot, he decided he should start on their lunch, starting with the chips. Bucky turned away to retrieve the spuds he kept in a wicker basket, tucked in the corner beside the fridge, on the counter. He crossed the small space and picked out two spuds, before opting for three last minute, and then sidestepped to his left to rinse the dirtied vegetables under the tap.

As he cleaned the produce, he was unaware of Joanna's staring. She was watching his movements in a languid tracking stride, but her thoughts were on much naughtier musings. The man was adorably timider than he seemed, Joanna couldn't help but think, her dark eyes narrowing in possessive need directed at his wide back.

Joanna was aware of her teeth, gnawing lightly at her lower lip as her thoughts began to whirl. She loved what a contrast his true self was to how he portrayed himself to the world. There was something almost delicious about his innocent, she wanted to toy with it, corrupt it but also in a way that satisfied them both.

It didn't help that his exiling his beard has caused his usually harsh features to seem softer and more vulnerable. Joanna found herself constantly distracted by his sensitive mouth, perfectly sculpted in shape and size. His large gibbous eyes, so open and expressive stood out more, entrancing her every time he looked at her.

"Jo." She heard the sound of his deep, gravelly voice that made parts of her stir with desire she didn't know was possible.

"Hm?" She responded coolly, determined not to reveal how wonderful it was to hear her name on his lips. Joanna didn't realize she had been lost in her lustful musings till she looked up. Bucky had returned to his position at the counter, facing her with a knife at hand and having already peeled and chopped slices of potatoes.

"You are staring." He reminded laughter in his voice. Joanna held his curious stare before a soft smile slipped over her lips. Bucky was surprised by the chagrined way she lowered her gaze to the counter, tracing the wooden surface contemplatively as if she was collecting her thoughts.

"So…I wanna try something, that I've been thinking about for a while." She announced gently, in a heady murmur that made shivers of delight roll down his spine. His hold on the blade's hilt softened, the task forgotten momentarily as he focused all his attention on her.

"What, have you been thinking about for a while?" He asked in kind, knowing it was related to her leering. He remembered, during their tumultuous three months when they first fell in love, that when he caught her staring at him in a similar fashion, she hadn't been so compelled to voice her thoughts.

But their dynamics were different now, not shrouded by worries of the future. She wanted to be open with him and he was more than willing to listen. Joanna was lightly stroking at her bottom lip, a musing motion that sexually frustrated him.

"Have you heard of the term BDSM?" However, he was confused by the unfamiliar abbreviation that left her full lips he was so engrossed by.

"No." He answered, the space between his dusky brows, crinkling in uncertainty. Joanna grinned, revealing the sharp ends of her canines.

"How about Bondage?" She countered, with an inquisitive lift of her left brow.

"Yes." The swiftness in his response and sudden elation over recognizing the term was misconstrued by Joanna. Both her brows were now raised in astonishment, her grin wavering in mingling inclination.

"I mean—It's self-explanatory." He added hastily as she chuckled, hand lowering from her face, delighted by his bashful smile.

"True." She mused, her amusement simmering to a look of smitten absorption, directed at him. He lifted his chin to meet her stare, feeling that same rush of excitement he felt, every time she watched him with such besotted fascination. But then, she lowered her gaze again, disenchanting him out of his ogling. He stared curiously as she tucked a thick lock of her dark hair, behind her ear, suddenly nervous.

"There is nothing nefarious behind it." Joanna began to say, her tone more serious yet tentative. "It's just something I've been wanting to try but I don't know how comfortable you'll be with—"

"I'm comfortable with anything you wish to do with my body."

Her stare shot up to him in rapid bewilderment. She stared at him, wide-eyed and disbelieving of the suggestive words that left his mouth. Bucky gazed back with a surety he knew he didn't have to force. He was honestly irked by her dramatic reaction, he figured she would know by now, how defenselessly he gave himself to her.

The momentarily stun on her face, dissolved into a look of heady menace. Her eyes hooded over, pupils drifting down to his mouth, studying him as if he was delicate marzipan, waiting to be devoured.

"Hun, that's a dangerous thing to say to me," Joanna warned slowly meeting his stare once more. Leashed passion thrummed between them, and Bucky found himself gripping the hilt of the blade again. The vibrations she stirred within him, were agonizingly blissful.

"Danger doesn't scare me." He was surprised he found his voice, over how loudly his heart was pounding. The biting of the edge of the table, digging into his hip bone, reminded him what his body was subconsciously about to do. As a man possessed, he was leaning in, captivated by her pretty face and devilish eyes.

He knew if he gave in and kissed her, it would catalyze a frenzied storm of insatiable heat between them. As much as he welcomed it, their unions lasted hours, neither of them able to have enough, and he had to think about their food.

He forced himself out of the mild enchantment she had caused. He had their lunch to focus on and Joanna was simply attempting to make a proposal, even though the conversation was stirring other desires.

"So…you want to tie me up?" He asked, clearing his throat. Joanna grinned, amused by his coy manners despite the context of his question.

"Yes." She responded, with a firm nod.

"Now?"

Joanna's smile lengthened entertained by his less-than-subtle excitement. She saw the way he glanced at their bed, trying to be slick. However, Joanna believed in the long game, the planning was exciting especially when the execution came to a blissful climax. She had initiated the first stage being consent, now it was a matter of the fun part.

As adventurous as she was in the bedroom, she always made sure to keep a mental boundary with her lover. Her gentle soldier's trauma was always a thought in the back of her head, she would never attempt anything that could trigger distress in him. But she was satisfied by his blessing, he wasn't faking interest to please her, after all, she remembered being the one forced to submit not too long ago.

She had notoriously enjoyed it and hoped to bestow the same to him, if not better.

"I believe in the element of surprise," Joanna spoke candidly, her black eyes shimmering in an impish warning. "It's an effective aphrodisiac."

"I'm just going to be expecting it." Bucky mused bluntly.

"Sure," Joanna uttered in a raspy tenor similar to a laugh. His clear eyes narrowed in suspicion.

One Week Later...

Bucky trudged up the steps to his apartment, the heavy dreary pace of a spent man. His shoulders were slouched in exhaustion, his expression exceptionally brooding, remorseless of the people he intimidated in his lumber back home.

His long, droll, hours at the construction site, reminded him why he was so picky with the company he kept. Everyone seemed to exhaust him, even when he said nothing at all. However, as he reached the top of the landing and the short corridor to his home fell into his view, his mood elated a little. He scurried over to the flat surface of his door and gripped the handle in a desperate hold. He opened the door and his body sagged in relief the moment he stepped inside.

The faint scent of rich chocolate enticed him instantly, but who he searched for filled him with longing.

"Hey, hun." His eyes glittered at the sight of Joanna's smiling face behind the kitchen counter. She was pouring water from their kettle into two mugs. He liked the continuous routine of arriving home to something hot to drink, considering how unforgiving the early December winter was.

Bucky hastily turned away to shut the door, making sure to aim a quick glance into the vacant hall, to appease his distrustful nature.

"How was work?" Joanna was suddenly behind him, he was mildly startled not having heard her light footsteps approach.

"Same shit, different day." He grumbled not turning to acknowledge her while shrugging off his coat, unable to suppress his true fatigue around her.

"Aw." Joanna cooed lovingly, soothing her hand over the hard planes of his back. He stilled from the sensation of her touch, but Joanna was reaching for the collar of his jacket. She helped him remove the weighty coat tangled around his powerful arms. He wasn't expecting the support but allowed it appreciatively. He liked being doted on, the affectionate vindication of his qualms made him feel a little better.

"I made hot chocolate." She announced from behind, intriguing him.

"With whip cream?" He asked, revolving around to face her. His navy-blue, long-sleeve shirt, clung to the flat surfaces of his broad torso.

"Hell yeah!" Joanna was enthused with a light fist pump. Bucky was smiling again, happy for her thoughtfulness. He didn't know he needed it, but hot chocolate sounded just perfect, and seasonal. However, he soon noticed something different about Joanna.

He was expecting to return home to her wearing that same jump she adored. Which was why he was surprised by the sight of her attire. He spotted blush pink draped over her shoulders, but his coat folded in her arms obstructed her middle. He gripped the muted jacket and pulled while simultaneously reeling her closer.

"What are you wearing?" He inquired, dislodging the apparel from her arms and flinging it to the table to his left.

"Uh, a robe?" Joanna uttered like it was the most obvious thing. Bucky directed her a flat look, knowing she was being intentionally sly. His gaze dropped down once more to admire her outfit.

Bucky knew what a robe was, but this was no robe. The material was a lovely, champagne pink and glossy satin. The collar of the wrap draped over her shoulders in a deep V-neck, revealing the plumpest glimpse of golden cleavage to his gawking. The negligee hugged her curvy waist enticingly, cinched around the middle by a thin, intertwined, sash of the same pink material.

"I've never seen you wear that before." He addressed, reaching out and dazedly running his fingers along the flowing hem of the dress. His haunted stare dragged down her long, sun-kissed legs, in worshipful wonder.

"It's new." She said, he grinned.

"No kidding." Bucky snorted caressing the soft, silk texture, loving the vision of pink on her. "It feels nice."

"Then you'd love what's beneath." She whispered moving closer, running her hands up the hard ridges of his stomach.

"You are wearing more?" He asked peering deep into her eyes, adoring the sight of her dark curls that framed her comely face.

"Or less."

"Let me see." Bucky was surprised by his own insistency, reaching for the dangling end of her sash, eager to disrobe her. Joanna welcomed his tugging with a peal of soft laughter.

Bucky stilled, momentarily distracted by her gorgeous smile. His arm subconsciously snaked around her midmost, forcing her against him, desperate for her warmth and the feeling of flexible silk under his hands.

"Don't you want to wash up?" She suggested gazing up at him, her head slanted to the side, as he rubbed her back through the dress. At her inquisition, he was reminded of how the day's exertions still clung to his skin.

"I should." He agreed, glancing past her towards their bathroom. A shower sounded grand, the plus side being he would be fresher for whatever naughty intentions Joanna had with her enticing get-up.

He coolly turned his attention back to Joanna. She was distracted by the collar of his shirt, tracing the edges in the dazed diversion. Bucky smiled down at her and released his hold around her waist, to reach up and cradled her face in his hands. Their eyes locked and he felt this instant surge of serotonin when she beamed back. He couldn't resist the burning urge to kiss her and did just that.

Joanna thawed into his arms, her own limbs snaking up to wrap around his neck, pulling him greedily against her body. Bucky smiled into the kiss, amused by her enthusiasm, renewing his own passion for her.

"I'll be right back." He promised, reluctantly releasing her from the kiss, but still hanging close, nudging the tip of his nose against her cheek, his fingers flirting with her earlobes. Joanna was blushing and smiling sheepishly, jubilant under his affection.

"I'll be waiting." She responded and placed one more chaste kiss on his mouth. Bucky beamed back and slowly slipped out of her loose hold. He turned away to approach the bathroom and paused to direct one last look at his lover, over his shoulder.

Joanna was standing by the table, leaning into the edge and watching him, her dark eyes gleaming in satiated love. Smiling surreptitiously Bucky hurried his pace to the door, eager to rinse his body of the day's burden and enjoy her company.

In his haste to return to Joanna after a shower. Bucky had forgotten to take a fresh pair of at-home wear, with him. He only realized this after he had dried himself with the wooly towel. Wrapping the coarse material around his trim hips in a firm knot, he exited the bathroom bare-chested with the intent of finding clothes in mind.

However, the thought escaped his mind entirely when he stepped out into his suddenly, dimly lit living room. He stilled at the threshold, his clear gaze scanning the space in wide-eyed wonder.

The central lighting was completely shut off and the only source of illumination within the room were several lit candles in glass holders of all shapes and sizes. As his eyes adjusted to the unexpected obscurity, he noticed the points of illumination were from several areas in the room. Joanna had lit a few candles on the table by the door, the far-left corner of their bedroom, and an entire row across the sparse, kitchen counter. He shut the bathroom door behind him with a sense of marvel and taboo, thinking he had walked into some intimate affair.

The room's romantic atmosphere was something that he never predicted could be possible. The air smelt vaguely of summer blossoms, with soft hints of smoke and soothing comfort that seemed to ease him more than his hot shower earlier. Then he saw her, kneeling on the middle of their mattress, back turned to him but stretching towards the top corner of their bed, reaching for something. He stepped further into the room and discovered from that she was igniting another candle with that signature orange lighter.

He smiled at the sight of her, his gaze glimmering in sensual focus, as his glance skipped down her body. The champagne pink of her wrap was a rich shade of lustrous rosé, gleaming under the neighboring candlelight. Rely on Joanna to make any ordinary room unexpectedly magical.

"Isn't this a fire hazard?" He couldn't help but voice teasingly, even though he appreciated her sensualist affinities. Joanna stilled in her completed task and turned partly to regard him.

"I thought it looked rather pretty." She purred with a leonine smile, lazing back in a languid stretch, tossing the lighter to the bottom of the mattress in her travels. James tracked the length of her exposed legs in his stalk, his blue eyes steeping with want.

"Smells nice." He murmured, reaching the foot of the bed steadily and dropping to his knees. Joanna's stare was gravely worshipful, admiring the width and length of his muscular torso. When he planted his hands on the mattress, her sharp, dark eyes drifted down. He could feel the chill air licking at the exposed portion of his thigh, between the open slit of the towel. But from her black, salacious stare alone. He thought the towel would spontaneously burst into flame and dissolve into ash.

"Figured we could use the aroma," Joanna responded vaguely as he crawled to her, in the middle of the vast mattress, her arms braced behind her.

"To mask the impending musk." She added with a suggestive lift of her jet-black brows.

Bucky thought it was rather funny how she coolly met his stare as if he hadn't just caught her blatant lusty ogling.

He couldn't hold it against her, his own attentions were focused on the pretty dressing gown, and her smooth, golden legs.

"It's soothing." He said in his advance, running a playful caress up her leg, over the bend of her knee, and to her thigh.

"Great." Joanna beamed, forcing back the moan of pleasure he had coaxed from her, by just his touch alone. With an air of predatory languor, he swooped down and claimed her smiling lips. Joanna's arms were immediately clinging to his neck, pulling him closer, drinking in his kiss. Her hands glided down his back, loving the sensation of warm muscle beneath her fingertips. Bucky was touching her with heated enthusiasm, metal arm driven into the mattress as his human hand cupped the side of her face, his fingers buried in her hair.

The muffled moans that escaped their lips from just a kiss alone lit a fire in her body like no other. She could feel the flames of their passion forming a ring around them, threatening to consume her whole, but she knew she had to be vigilant.

Joanna didn't take painstaking cautions to set the mood for a scheme she had been plotting for weeks. She had to gain control, and from the way he kissed her, she was on the edge of being ravaged.

Bucky gasped, broken out of the spell of her kiss when he suddenly found himself on his back, with Joanna straddling him. He blinked, surprised by the unexpected change in level. He supposed she used his metal arm's weight to tip him over so casually and straddle him into a dominant position.

Joanna's pretty face, smiling lovingly was in his view again and he stretched her a lazy smile. He didn't mind the new position in the slightest, perfectly comfortable with his girlfriend taking the charge.

Her steely powerful thighs kept him defenselessly pinned to the mattress. Her hands were running up his naked torso, as his touch climbed up the length of her arms. He took a moment to admire the sight of her, tousled hair, pink from the dressing gown to her flushed cheeks.

Lost in his smitten musings, James didn't notice the sly glance she aimed at the window bars above him, filtering the street light. Bucky's focus was on her breasts, thinking he could see the shyest peak of some different material beneath the deep collar. He was intrigued and excited, his hands were instantly on the cloth belt, ready to tug.

"Let me see." He insisted when Joanna's hands braced on his wrists in instinctive response. She giggled, quite amused by his frustrated fumbling, and gently cupped his hands in her hold.

"Not yet handsome." She breathed lovingly, her grin intensified under the glare of his abrupt, dismayed pout. Joanna felt compelled to please him and gathered his handsome face in her hands. With an affectionate gleam in her dark eyes, she leaned in.

Bucky quivered, breathless by the butterfly caress of her silken lips, dusking his face from his temple down to his nose, with kisses. Unknowingly, he began to relax again, finding her doting affection utterly healing.

"Just relax." She whispered, the wispy ends of her long lashes tickling the apex of his cheeks. He wanted her closer, thinking even at that range, she was still too far. He winded his arm around her, splaying his hand across her hip, kneading her through the silk cloth.

He ached to undress her, but the need was also a whisper in the back of his mind, as he began to fade into the bliss of their intimacy. Their lips met and the brief moment of tenderness that flooded his body, made him rise up to her. Bucky opened his mouth, welcoming her tongue's expert explorations. His hands roamed hungrily up and down her back, her mass of dark hair veiling his face from the candlelight.

God, his mouth was addictive. Joanna would fantasize about those pink lips at times when he wasn't even around. It took all her willpower not to be distracted and began to slyly move her hands down the bends of his powerful shoulders.

Bucky was so adorably unaware, her tactical use of pink had completed its objective, otherwise, she knew she couldn't be nearly as sly. Her dexterous fingers began to search down the slits of his metal arm, the cool steal prickling under her touch, her lips smiling between the kiss.

Bucky stilled when he felt a strange jolt course through his left arm. His eyelids fluttered open, bleary-eyed and confused, he glanced at his shoulder. He saw her hand stilled on the dip of the metal to his forearm. He also noticed how he is shoulder was slanted a little more to the left, in a dropping languor. He attempted to flex his fingers only to find his arm wasn't responding.

Wide-eyed and in shock he looked at her.

"What just happened?" He demanded in alarm, sitting up in his fright, his back sliding up the wall behind him. Joanna wasn't panicked in the slightest and sat back on his lap, studying his movements.

"Something I've been practicing." She responded calmly, her dark eyes glinting with impish focus. He was calm at first knowing she was the cause, he was worried it was some other wiring issue. But then, her words dawned on him and he blinked, further befuddled.

"You've been practicing this on me?" He asked, her head bobbed up and down excitedly, her lips pressed down to a sheepish, thin line.

"When—" He tensed, his blue eyes flaring in recognition before slowly narrowing up at her in indignant shock. "My arm wasn't malfunctioning, it was you."

"Guilty," Joanna admitted with a haughty laugh. Bucky gaped in shock, the woman had him believing it was a problem with his circuiting, it was manipulative to the extreme and an eerie sense of distrust made his stomach drop in fear, the romantic setting suddenly polluted. Why was he so constantly captivated by devious women?

"What is happening?" He decided to ask nervously, eyeing her wicked smile, before his mind jumped to worse conclusions.

"Remember what I mentioned about Bondage?" She asked with a coy tilt of her head, he nodded wordlessly.

"Surprise." She exclaimed, thrusting her arms up into the air in celebration.

"Oh." He murmured, his frantic rush of worry dissolving into a silent brooding. He analyzed her proud smile, so dastardly pleased with herself for her accomplishment, finding the sight highly adorable.

"You really wanted me restrained." He mused with a gentle smile.

"Yes, I do."

"Tactical, good strategy." He commended her in a way that seemed to flame her arrogance.

"But it will reboot soon, you know what."

"I know." She breathed slanting him a mysterious smile. "I've been timing it."

She lifted one hand off his stomach and began to reach for something on her person. He tracked her movements with a wordless, speculative gleam. He saw her slender fingers pinch out a needle. His stare widened in detection, it was one of those darn thumbtacks.

The sharp end of the needle glinted in the soft, warm light as she drew closer. He watched as she stretched towards his metal arm, pin at hand.

"But when I add just the right amount of pressure here, I can extend it by a few minutes more." She explained, sticking the object beneath a juncture in his arm. He felt an odd prickle in his dormant limb, but it wasn't painful and disappeared the instant she returned to his lap.

He looked at her with a rebuttal twisting his tongue, but he wasn't given a moment to speak. Joanna was gathering his wrists into her hands, and he could only stare, in utter bewilderment. Smiling in that same wicked way, her jet-black stare shimmering in excitement, he allowed her to bring his arms up, over his head.

His metal wrist fell over his right arm in a forced crisscrossed position, against the wall. Then Joanna shocked him further by tugging and removing the sash around her waist, with a magician's grace.

"So according to my calculations, I've got a solid fifteen minutes to do whatever I want."

Bucky wondered, as she began to tie his wrists together, using the bar of the window as an anchor to hold him in place, why he was allowing this to happen to him. He knew it would be easy for him, despite his bionic disability, to easily rip free. But he couldn't ignore the thrumming in his blood. As out of the norm as such subjugation in the bedroom was for him, he was aroused by the possibilities.

She did warn him, he did concede and it was only for a few minutes. He didn't see how it could be a terrible experience.

He was dragged out of his thoughts by the final, tight knot Joanna placed on his bindings. She was exquisitely gentle, it eased him because she was being considerate. The binds didn't hurt him, as restricting as they were. The satin felt smooth and accommodating. Bucky wriggled his body up to a more seated position, his face still ruminating in anticipation.

"So, enough stalling." Joanna attested, sitting on his lap once more and grinning down at him. Bucky stared back, unsure how to respond. As obliging as he was, he was still mostly nervous. If Joanna's planning wasn't enough of an indicator, she had expectations, and he hoped he could meet them, but it seemed pretty difficult when he was restrained.

Joanna seemed to notice his discomfort and grasped him gently by the chin. He raised his gaze and their eyes locked and he almost instantly forgot, from the warmth in her stare alone, why he was edgy.

She smiled in that contagious way that had him smiling back, easing the tenseness around his sharp features. She began to touch him again, her gaze lowering to track her hands, as she caressed his bare chest.

He alleviated into her caress, playful and gentle as she flirted up to his neck.

"You remember how fun it was to have me at your mercy." She asked coyly, slanting him a naughty look. Bucky felt his heart jolt at the memory, of having her in a similar position, writhing beneath him, gasping for mercy.

"Yes." He murmured, his blue eyes darkening sensually, at the recollection, piercing beneath dusky lashes. Joanna held his stare for a brief moment of charged desire before her lips curled up in that same wicked smile again.

"Now it's my turn." She announced and then leaned back, sitting up with determination.

The dressing gown was now hanging loosely around Joanna's curvy form, but still retaining the mystery. He glanced around their room, up at his restraints, the thumb tack still attached to him, and then back to her.

"You went all out." He commented, trying to keep some form of control in his voice, despite feeling oddly merciless.

"Oh, you have no idea," Joanna whispered, her words steeping in a carnal warning. Curious, he watched as she reached for the lapels of her robe. His heart raced as she began to remove the garment, being purposefully seductive by baring only her left shoulder at first, flashing a strip of pink.

Grinning cheekily, she slipped the dressing gown off her upper body. The robe hung upon in a river of blush pink, but his stare immediately honed in on what was beneath.

He stared, heart, beating faster at the vision of Joanna's sun-kissed skin adorned in pink lingerie. It was the same colour as the enticing robe, but far more arousing in purpose. The same satin material globed over her full breasts in thin, concave shapes that baited the outlines of her erect nipples, held in place by slim straps.

His haunted stare floated down, between the valley of her ample bosom, her toned golden midriff to her belly. He felt an instant jolt of desire pierce his heart at the V-shape of her pink thong.

His gaze shot back up to her face, his own suddenly hot and burning. Joanna was grinning back at him, her dark eyes twinkling in all-knowing arrogance. Her arms were still threaded through the spacious sleeves. The garment half flowed off her, loosely wreathed through the crooks of her elbows to drape behind her like an elegant Indian shawl.

His whole body tensed, finding the breathtaking view of his licentious goddess, difficult to bear.

"You like it?" She asked, even though from her leering alone, he knew she knew the answer.

Bucky's reaction was a sudden frown that amused her further. The lustrous glow of hunger in his eyes betrayed the annoyance he attempted to express. He hated how aware he was of his shackles.

"This is nefarious." He growled, unable to meet her gaze when it kept scurrying back to her form, desperate to touch her. He wanted to yank at his binding and feed the lusty beast she had triggered in him. But he held himself back, and instead sat in his brooding desire.

Joanna was a lot cheerier in comparison. She could feel the bulging length of him pressing into her core, in her astride position on his lap. The coarse towel didn't do much in hiding his arousal. She wanted to laugh haughtily at how easy it was to turn him on, but she was saving her delight for what she planned to do next.

Just the sight of him at her mercy, his large, strapping arms held up over his head. His handsome face twisted in a stubborn scowl. His wide, alabaster body, was sculpted by the Gods. She bit her lip in dazed longing, her eyes darkening in possessive delight.

"Maybe we should have a safe word." Joanna mused out loud.

"Safe word?" He echoed. Her gaze climbed to meet his gleaming stare, stunned by the glow of ravenous hunger that seemed to mirror her own.

"In case things get too intense for you, old man." She explained with a sly smile and angling of her head. "How's Bubblelicious?"

"Bubblelicious." He repeated sharply while glancing up at his wrists in demand.

"Nice try," Joanna grumbled slanting him a flat look and bemused smile. Bucky didn't seem to be listening, struggling to acknowledge her when his attention kept drifting down, to her lingerie.

"I have to touch you." He rasped, tugging at his restraint, nostrils flared, eyes shivering in want.

"Let me out of this."

"No." Joanna chimed, and he frowned.

She crept over him, hanging temptingly close, tantalizing him further with her abundant cleavage.

"I'm going to enjoy this." She promised, her eyes hooded over in sensual need, her hands towards him. He shuddered when she cradled one side of his face, thumbing the high point of his cheekbone while forcing him to stare into her eyes.

"And so are you." She vowed before swooping down and capturing his mouth with hers. An indecent wave of relief rushed through him the moment their lips met. It felt like the only way he could truly express how deeply he wanted her. His fingers were gripping at the length of his restraint, frustrated over not being where they wanted to be, but also subduing to her kiss.

His lips parted, desperate for more, she indulged him, her tongue gliding over his. James stifled a heady groan as their tongues mated. He thrust up against her, demanding more, acutely aware of her warmth permeating his groin.

When she released him, he thought he would scream out in protest. But he was a man enchanted, reluctantly accepting her kisses that trailed down his chin and to his throat.

Joanna could feel his pulse hammering in the artery beneath her wicked tongue. Her hands followed her exploration, stroking down his big body that heaved in response to her caress. She could feel him throbbing against her and when she slid down in her descent, she felt his cock pulsate against her lower belly.

Joanna's blood was heated in utter delight, biting back her haughty pleasure and focusing just on his resilient body. Bucky was squirming beneath her touch, but a lot less convincing in his struggle. She knew he enjoyed her touch, even as she kissed down the tough ridges of his abdomen, taking great care to pepper every sparse of his powerful form, with bites and kisses.

He was panting when she finally reached the hem of his towel, keeping him scantily clad in a garland of white wool. Joanna grinned wickedly, gripped at the knot, and tugged slowly. The material gave way and all of him was bare to her, his erection sprang free. She licked her lips in anticipation.

Blushing madly, Bucky wanted to say something about the immodest way she admired the length of him, but all thought exited his mind when she wrapped her warm fingers around his throbbing member. An instant gasp of excitement escaped his lips as he quivered in her hold. His muscular legs sprawled loosely on reflex, a helpless invitation for her to continue.

He briefly caught the sound of her raspy chuckle, highly motivated by his reaction, but his brain felt like it was on fire. She stroked him lovingly at first as if testing new waters before releasing him. He groaned, disappointed by the absence of his touch, and looked at her.

Joanna was sliding her arms out of the dressing gown. The garment whispered down over his legs beside her, in a river of pink silk. Then her touch returned and from the hot gaze of pure want she directed up at him, he knew he was done for.

She positioned herself to kneel between his legs and began to bend down. His chest heaved in a pregnant pause, watching her descend raptly as her full lips neared the head of his cock. Holding him steadily, she parted her lips and took him into his mouth. His eyes pinched tight as a surge of warm pleasure instantly engulfed him.

"God." Bucky gasped, she heard his breath deepening, she felt him surge from hard and hot to steel rigidity just from one coax of her tongue. The response enthused her, taking him in deeper and generously licking his length in the process.

His low, scratchy moans of bliss were a delight to her ears. She used her hands to double the pleasure, all too happy to give. She could feel his stare, watching avidly as she pleasured him, sucking him in sinful depravity, unable to turn away from the vision of senses.

The frustration that clawed within him was unbearable, it worsened when locks of her dark hair veiled her face. He wanted to brush aside those obstructing curls, see the way her pretty features softened with womanly satisfaction, in her erotic kiss.

"Jo." He cried out, wrenching against his bind, his head lulling back in tortured bliss, his blue eyes directed up at the ceiling, hazed in pleasure.

"W-what was the w-word again?"

Joanna moved over him, releasing his member with a pop as she raised her gaze to meet his. She was smiling radiantly while stroking his cock, amused by his dreamy stuttering. She hoped he wouldn't remember the word just yet, she was having far too much fun.

Bucky lowered his chin to watch her again, aware of the absence of her hot mouth, and only felt the pressure of her soft hands around his dick. Holding him firmly, she leaned forward in a predatory prowl and began to pepper a ring of kisses around his belly button, then moved lower, down the flat planes of his abdomen.

Bucky flinched when she lightly sunk her teeth into the jutting space of his left hip bone. The shudders of delight that tremored through his body were indecent, he didn't know being helpless could be so wonderful.

"This is torture, let me go." He objected yanking at his tether, hearing the splintering of the thin threads.

"What's the safe word?" Joanna countered lifting her chin to meet his stare.

"Bundles?" He uttered unsurely, her dark eyes gleaming, lips parting once more, as she slowly neared his cock. He froze, gaping in exhalation and trembling when she licked the tip of his cock, in a punishingly slow caress, wrapping her pink tongue around him.

"B-Butter—Jo, don't stop." She had taken him into her mouth again, and with a happy little purr, he jerked from the rush of pleasure, the woman was outrageous.

The indulgence was intense, to say the least. James felt like he was on some spectrum of deep gratification and maddening discontentment. He had to touch her, to feel her, and not just have everything focused on his dick. He wanted to be surrounded by her, but this concentrated ecstasy was careening him into oblivion.

"Joanna." He groaned through gritted teeth, fixating his bleary gaze on her. She acknowledged him with a cool glance, piercing in desire as she continued to coax his cock with her mouth and hands. Then, as if he wasn't in enough anguish, Joanna did the unexpected.

She relieved him of her wonderous torture for a moment to turn her body over him, until she was facing toward his feet, her knees planted in the mattress astraddle his torso, the naked curves of her bottom in his full view, the bold pink of her thong stark against her golden skin.

He muttered some raspy curse beneath his breath, utterly tormented. This position wasn't new to him. However, he had thought they had explored every arrangement possible in the hedonistic realm, but the torture of having her body so close to him, teasing him, not being able to do anything, was a new level of distress and wanton exhilaration.

"I n-need you." He beseeched, pulling harder against his restraints. "I'm going to lose my mind."

"Say please."

"Hell no." He growled, propelling the strength he could muster in the bliss to roughly yank at the leash. Joanna was grinning rakishly, unaware of the prowess returning to his bionic arm. She only realized she was out of time when she found herself suddenly rolling onto her back.

She blinked, dumbfounded by the abrupt change, but she wasn't given a moment to regain her wits. Her lover was looming over her, menacing in his towering stance, his crystal blue eyes glinting in dangerously, wayward intent. Her flared gaze moved down to see that his bindings had torn free, handing over the curve of his right wrist.

He straddled her legs and flexed his metal fingers before swiftly rotating his arm in a full, three-sixty motion. She caught the vague glint of the thumb-take abandoning ship, clattering to some far corner of the room. She heard the familiar buzzing of the limb's inner workings. She sheepishly looked at him, their eyes locked, his handsome face was tense in yearning but his gaze, those dreamy blue eyes, seemed to promise a world of sin.

His narrowed stare tracked up her body, in a smoldering concentration that made her blood heat in anticipation. She could feel the glow of his gaze, it was eerie, and then when he looked at her arms, haphazardly thrown above her head in a frozen position when she was shoved. The glint that followed warned her she was about to receive the same sort of punishment.

Ah fuck.

Joanna rolled over, attempting to bring her legs under her but he was as quick as a cat. He clasped her by the hips and tugged, forcing her back down onto the mattress, face first. Joanna weakly attempted to turn away again, but he rolled her over and restrained her wrists, forcefully pinning her hands above her head again, against the mattress.

Bucky was smiling cockily over her like her sad struggle was a delight to watch. But he moved fast, before she could voice any complaints, and began to use that same satin sash to bound her wrists together, using the weight of his hips to still her squirming. Joanna sighed, knowing there was no point in struggling now, but she was also notoriously excited by the sensation of his hard form on top of hers.

Satisfied with his weaving skills he released the rope and leaned back, now the one straddling her. Joanna could do nothing but stare, waiting, needing exactly what his lustful gaze promised.

She loved the heat in his eyes, the way they moved down her body, studying her like she was a sculpture on display. From his frustration earlier, she half expected him to rip off her lingerie by now and fuck her senseless, but she also knew he wasn't just a simple man.

Bucky loved taking his time, with everything, and considering the fact that she was subdued meant, he got to do anything he wanted. She hated that she was going to love and despise what was about to come.

Then sharply, his stare locked with hers and Joanna knew all hope was lost. Smiling with wicked satisfaction, he began to lean in. Joanna braced herself as his sculpted lips hovered close, his sable hair swung down around her, curtaining their heady gazing from the flickering candlelight.

She could feel her heart thundering against her chest, echoing between her ears. She pressed her thighs tightly together, releasing she had already excited herself from her fellatio performance, but his worshipful gaze was dampening her further.

Her lips felt acutely sensitized, waiting for a kiss that he seemed to intentionally deny her, but then she felt his hands caressing her sides, moving down, much lower.

Joanna bit back a moan as his fingers flirted with the hem of her panties before stroking her through the silk. Her chest heaved, eyes closing as he nudged her legs aside, and began to pleasure her. The friction of the material brushing into her hardened, jewel center created maddening bursts of pleasure.

She arched into him as he quickened his pace, gasping his name and writhing beneath him. Bucky shifted over her, reclining on his side, his hand continuing his ministrations. His fiery stare devoured her nakedness, writhing and arching into his touch, breathless and tortured.

Her struggling pleased him, he wanted to do more, and entice a little antagonization in the process. He couldn't recall having such dark intentions weaved in the midst of passion towards a woman before, but he couldn't resist the urge either, Joanna had aroused a primal need in him.

He leaned down and claimed her throat in an open-mouthed kiss. Joanna moaned bending into him as he rolled partially on top of her, his strokes gentling but never stopping. He kissed his way up the sharp bend of her jawline, tonguing her satin skin to the side of her face, before lovingly nibbling at the shell of her.

"This feels better when your pussy is soaking it." He whispered fervently.

"Jesus Christ, Barnes." Joanna gasped out, her eyelids fluttering open in a palpable scandal, but her dark eyes were stormy with stimulated appreciation.

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

Bucky grinned flashing her rows of his pearly white teeth. The beaming smile stunned her for a moment, full of impish excitement, deepening the crow's feet of his eyes. He looked so youthful in that instance, she wistfully hoped, in sated delight, that she would see such a look from him more often.

"I wanna do a lot of things with my mouth right now." He digressed gruffly peering deep into her eyes. "Like, shutting you up."

He kissed her with a bruising intensity that made her toes curl. He was on top of her again, between her legs, releasing her drenched cunt to plant his hands by her sides. Joanna melted into his affections as his hands returned to caressing her, all warmth and needy pressure.

His fingers searched for the center lock of her bra, between her chest, and unclasped the garment. Her breasts sprang free and his hands were on her, kneading and fondling lovingly. He released her from his breathtaking kiss to descend down, pausing initially to lip her nose in naughty affection. Joanna found herself smiling, loving how playful he was with her, despite her precarious situation.

Bucky skimmed his lips dreamily between her breasts, taking his time to bestow worship to her nipples before moving further down, peppering her stomach with kisses as she had done to him. He even placed a similar love bite on her curvy hip before venturing down to disrobe her of her underwear.

"No ripping this time?" Joanna called above him, stilling his approach. Bucky slanted her a sheepish smile, toying with the thin straps that inclined over her hip bone. Like it was a marked path, he followed the trail to the juncture between her thighs, holding her lustrous gaze the entire while.

"It's too pretty." He murmured, casting a vague glance down at the gleaming satin. Then hooking his finger along her panty line, he slowly nudged the soaked material aside.

"I wanna keep it on you for a bit."

The man was being so outrageously naughty. She hadn't heard him say such dirty things before but she loved every minute of it and ached to hear him say more. But the throbbing between her legs couldn't be ignored, she had to have him, deep inside her, to quench this insatiable thirst.

Grating her secret wish, he positioned himself between her legs, his hands planting on the mattress for balance, as he slowly entered her.

Bucky didn't know if it was the presence of her thong, but she was tighter than usual. Squeezing around him as he rolled his hips, back and forth, as if determined not to let him escape. Bucky had no intention of leaving or stopping. He wanted to be there, with her, in their warm, candlelight paradise.

"You are so tight Jo, fuck." He marveled as his body seemed to move on its own in a possessed rhythm, pumping in and out of her, his fingers digging into their ruffled bedsheet.

Joanna was lost in the bliss of their haze, he could see the pure indulgence in her dreamy gaze, allowing him to ravish her while taking the full grunt of his lusty appetite. Her legs locked around his hips, her arms swinging over his shoulders, clinging to his neck as he claimed her, again and again.

"You feel so good, babe." She shuddered out, arching into him, offering her lips. He kissed her, muffled groans escaping them in their embrace as he fucked her into the mattress.

Joanna could feel her release coming, it was sooner than she expected, maybe it was the setting or something wonderful he did, but she knew she couldn't last her normal time. Her mind was a fog of hazy pleasure, with only one possible relief.

Her head fell back in helpless surrender as the waves of pleasure crashed through her again and again, careening her to the edge of madness.

"Babe." She panted, finally finding the strength to break their kiss. "I'm going to—"

"Wait, not yet." Bucky protested slowing his pace and delaying her orgasm. Disoriented and bleary-eyed she looked at him. His bee-kissed lips were panting, equally floored and flustered by their mating. Joanna wished her hands were free at that moment so she could brush against the thin strands of chocolate brown, that fell over his steely blue eyes.

"Not yet." He repeated, in a velvet murmur using one arm to cradle her by her back, firmly against his body as he moved to reposition himself. Keeping them locked, Bucky eased back to sit on his ankles. Joanna's legs around him slide down in a submissive drop as he drove his knees into the mattress.

In his new elevated position, still inside her, he looked at her. Joanna's dark eyes were heavy with the fatigue of their passion. Her high cheekbones were blushing, exposing the litter of freckles over the bridge of her nose. Her lips were parted, plump from his kisses, enticing him deeply.

He felt his cock throb, but he ignored the need for a moment, his gaze drifting down her sated form. Joanna's restrained arms above her head seemed to add a fuller appearance to her breasts. He couldn't resist the wicked urge to touch her and masked his hands over the globes of her breasts.

Joanna sighed, arching into his touch, exalted with heightened sensitivity. The lack of an end to her torture made her feel weak, but wonderfully so. She loved his hands on her, caressing her, moving down gently to grasp her hips again.

She focused her bleary gaze on him, positioned above her, his thumbs digging into her sides. Then gently, he began to move again and her pleasure was renewed and shot up in an instant.

James could not turn away. The sight of her beneath him, bounded at the arms and held in place by his possessive grip, ravishing her, was undoing. His hands glided all the way up her body, her belly until he reached the center of her chest. He planted his hand on her sternum, feeling the pulsing rhythm of her heart, erratic as his.

"B-Bucky." She whispered with a hard swallow, looking at him weakly, her dark eyes swirling in desperation. He knew what she desired. Quivering from the sound of his name on her lips, he slanted down toward her.

Jolted into action, Joanna pushed up at a speed he wasn't expecting. She threw her connected arms over his head, pulling herself up and meeting him halfway. Their bodies clashed, lips meeting hungrily as he held her steadfast while buried to the hilt within her. His hands slid to her mid back, embracing her tightly as he began to move again in deep, urgent strokes.

He groaned against her lips, his nails raked slowly down her back. Joanna shuddered in his arms, rocking against him, indulging in the heated rhythm of their lovemaking.

Then, holding tight, they fell into rapture together. He thrust up into her like the end of the world was upon them, and the way the climax prolonged, he wondered if it was just that. Joanna's gasps, hot and jagged by his ear grew louder as the high of ecstasy began to fade, settling into his bones, and weakening his stature.

Bucky allowed his body to fall back in languid surrender, taking her with him. Joanna released him from her hold and rolled back onto the mattress beside him, using his bicep as a pillow for her faint head.

A moment of satiated silence passed between the two lovers, both equally fatigued and breathless, gazing up at their cream ceiling, adorned by shadows dancing in the candlelight.

"Holy cow." Joanna sighed, half in jest slanting him a teasing look from the corners of her eyes. Bucky grinned and turned his head to the side to observe her. Her smiling pretty face instantly drew his attention, framed by that thick head of messy curls. He reached out lazily and ran the bends of his knuckles against the smooth surface of her cheek.

"I should have guessed earlier, considering all your flair." He murmured breathlessly, alluding to her pains to make such instances possible.

"I keep it classy boo." Joanna expressed with a jaunty wink that charmed him to distraction. He rolled over and claimed her lips once more and Joanna eagerly melted into his affections, momentarily forgetting that she was still tied up.

As much as he loved seeing her restrained, Joanna threatened to burn through the ropes if he didn't free her. So, reluctantly, Bucky had to untie her bindings. The satin sash was unusable after their antics and he had flung it to a side, deciding to throw it away later.

He wasn't in a hurry to leave the bed, Joanna was still wearing one piece of her lingerie. They were laying back on the mattress together. Joanna had her body tucked beneath him as he reclined on his side, tracing her abdomen with a dazed caress while admiring her smiling face peering up at him.

"Pink is a great color on you." He mused flirtatiously, his blue eyes shimmering like sapphires.

"Isn't it just?"

Bucky grinned, knowing she would be the worst at taking a compliment. As he contemplated her choice of colours, Bucky realized he had never actually seen Joanna adorn a colour that didn't suit her. He supposed she was rather picky in her fashion choices, as bold as they were.

He relaxed back into the pillow leveled by her head, he was enjoying her company, it was a much-needed relief from his taxing work day. His glimmering stare wandered around their darkened room, still only illuminated by the candlelight.

The soft fragrance still permeated the air but transformed with the scent of their sin. He rather liked it, he also liked how she had planned this. But then, a sudden, dark thought entered his mind as the glinting of his metal arm caught his eye.

His wistful smile began to weaken, his thoughts brooding in insecurity he couldn't ignore. His stare instinctively moved back to Joanna, specifically towards her legs. Joanna had her knees bent, her feet planted on the mattress while partly turned to him. She was tracing the length of his collarbone in a musing touch, her lips pressed into the bend of his shoulder, but his focus was on her knee.

The leathery patches of her injury glared back at him and he gulped, nervous over the question that prickled his tongue, that his brain seemed to warn him, not to ask.

"Jo." He called gently.

"Yeah, hun." Joanna acknowledged with a droll lift of her head. Stiffly, he turned to face her

"Did you know you could disable my arm like that, before?" He asked, lowering his attention to between them.

"Specifically?" She countered turning to him, adjusting her position so her hand was holding her head up by the elbow, regarding him with her utmost attention. He felt guilty over the blameless smile she directed at him, thinking he was just chatting, with no real intention in mind.

"During our missions." He didn't know if it was the grave tone or nervousness in his words, but Joanna's smile fell.

Her glittering stare turned cold and calculating in a manner of seconds. She was no longer admiring him but studying him, shrewdly, seeing through his expressionless façade. Bucky didn't know how else to present himself, he acted lackadaisical it was suspicious, but being blunt didn't help either.

Joanna moved, rising up above him to a seated position, her legs crossed and searching for the plaid blanket, in a sudden need to hide.

"Why are you asking me that?" She asked after a moment. Bucky slowly pushed his body up onto his elbows before continuing into a seated position, his back pressed firmly against the wall.

Joanna was watching him from beside his hips, not hostile or annoyed by the stern as if she already knew what he was about to ask.

"Because I would hate to know that you knew you could do that and didn't try to use it when I—" He froze under the flash of emotion in her dark eyes.

"When I hurt you." He concluded primly.

Joanna stared silently, for what felt like the longest time, her full lips held down in a deep frown.

"Okay, first of all, I needed a thumb tack to do that and I had already run out by then." She expressed leaning forward, planting her hand on the mattress, and glaring into his eyes. "Secondly, what's my alternative? Fry your brain in the process?"

"You wouldn't have done that." He insisted with a wide shake of his head, his blue eyes glistening in reverence. Joanna's grimace transformed into a mocking smirk, her eyes narrowing in derision.

"Are you a mutant scientist now?" She countered gruffly.

Bucky winced, not expecting her vehement tone, despite the calm delivery. Joanna flinched, seeing the distress in his eyes and feeling instantly remorseful. Her lips twisted in penitence, her stare lowering, no longer threatening in her body language. She sighed and then reached out gently.

Bucky didn't reject her loving touch, curving over his fingers, the hold seemed to ease her more than him. He saw the way her shoulders sagged in defeat, choosing not to be so defensive with him.

"Winters as much as I know how to use my powers, I also know very little about them." She said softly raising her gaze to meet his in glowing despair. As much as he agreed with her, the alternative of him not being able to control his own mind, wasn't a reminder he could overcome.

"I could have killed you." He prompted.

"You didn't." She cried reaching forward and cupping the side of his face, hanging close. Bucky winced at the warmth of her loving hold. He loved her touch, it was weakening but she didn't understand his meaning. As intimate and playful as he was with her, he knew the Soldier wasn't.

Joanna stilled when his blue eyes snagged hers, the stormy self-hatred she witnessed in his brewing stare startled her. She froze when she felt the cool steel of his metal arm, climbing up her body between them. She felt the bionic digits curl around her throat, intentionally reminding her of the last time she was in such a similar position, with him as her attacker.

A rush of panic streamed through her veins and the situation felt eerie to the extreme. Bucky had never utilized his left arm with her in such a manner, and the action felt cruel in its reminder. Holding her bewildered stare he leaned in, eyeing his hand on her neck.

"I had you by your throat." He recapped in a lower octave. "It would have been so easy."

Joanna knew she was at his mercy, but not for the reasons he thought. She searched his face as her brain absorbed the shock, she was eased by his tortured gaze. She didn't like remembering the events that transpired that day, mainly because she rather not analyze the encounter and find triggering insights.

However, seeing his face hanging so close, studying him in silence, she realized her sentiments had never changed. The Soldier hurt her that day, she knew it wasn't her gentle lover the moment she decided to face him.

His eyes weren't emotive as they were now, expressing how truly tortured he was by the act he had committed. His dreamy blue orbs were cold in the frigid snow, with no recognition or sentiment.

Bucky was dumbstruck by the sight of the mingling fear in her eyes dissolving before him. She wasn't afraid and seemed to accept his rough handling, even if he wasn't hurting her. Her wide-eyed gaze hooded over in an unexpected, jaded, self-disdain. Her dark orbs glinted cynically as she lifted her chin in haughty arrogance.

"Like I'd ever risk killing you just to save my own ass." She scoffed, causing his heart to lurch in bewildered empathy. "I really don't care that much about what happens to me."

His stare softened, hurt by her words. Joanna avoided his pitiful stare with a reproachful frown and uneasy glance to the wall to their side. His stomach twisted painfully, feeling trapped by that shadow of gloom her despair seemed to always cast over them.

He didn't like how she thought so little of herself like her life mattered less.

"I do." He vowed, he earned her stare full of wariness. His hold on her softened to cradle the bend of her jawline, moving up to thumb her cheekbone, seeing the short bursts of sparks between his metal skin and her rosy cheek.

"That's what you don't understand." He continued, holding her firmly forcing her to meet his gaze. "Joanna if anything like that ever happened again, I want you to—"

"Oh hell no." She cut in with profound derision, wrenching out of his hold and leaning away from him in enraged haste, which stunned him into silence.

"We are not having this conversation." She concluded with razor precision, her jet-black eyes alive with betrayed hostility. She turned away before Bucky could utter a word further and stood up, picking up her discarded robe in her climb.

"Perfect timing too as per usual." He heard her mutter in irate disappointment while angrily shrugging on the dressing gown and shielding her retreating body from his.

"Jo…" He called remorsefully, but she entered the bathroom and shut the door behind her, adamant about her need for isolation.

Bucky sighed slumping forward over his legs, feeling positively exhausted by the emotional turmoil. In the silence by the candlelight, he considered that maybe he could have chosen another time to bring up the topic of discussion.

The pure betrayal she had expressed before she left in her stamping fury, was replaying in his head and he felt gutted over her reaction. He wanted to talk to her, ease their differences and be amiable again. However, he reckoned it was wiser to allow her a few minutes to simmer her annoyance.

Joanna had hoped, soaking in bath salts and lavender essential oils, that she would be a lot less moody. Her anger had dissolved with the soapy waters she lounged in, but her emotions were still distraught.

The very suggestion of her taking his life brought about several feelings in her. Insult, anger, and worst of all, betrayed despair. She had planned so meticulously to get him out and even tolerated incarceration for her actions, yet he acted as if taking his life was such an ease feat for her.

Out of all the thoughts and solutions, she could think of for his violent alter-ego, death was never an option.

But, as she soaked for longer, deliberating, she couldn't help but empathize with his request. Joanna knew she couldn't understand the regret he was feeling, a series of unforgivable acts that spanned a lifetime. She could be compassionate about his inability to disassociate from his forced duties.

She knew she couldn't be mad at him for his request and hoped, he had taken heed of her rebuttal and never pressed her on the matter.

Joanna didn't listen to anyone, she made her own decisions at the end of the day, and she knew he was aware of that fact about her.

Joanna was distracted out of her thoughts by the sound of the bathroom door, creaking open. She glanced at the entrance and saw his handsome face peeking out from between the ledge and the frame.

"Hey." He greeted smiling warily. Joanna stared silently, searching his loving gaze and realizing she couldn't be mad at him for long.

"Hi." She acknowledged reluctantly, lowering her stare back to the waters. Joanna felt like a petulant child, struggling to regain her usual decorum when male logic irked her. She was far too attached to the man, and he made her feel chagrined at times, an emotion she wasn't used to.

Joanna spotted movement from the corner of her eyes and stared curiously. Her dark eyes glassed over in longing as he stepped further into the room, still wearing only his towel. Joanna wondered if it was intentional on his part, to reappear still bare-chested to distract her from her forlorn mood.

She watched him turn to shut the door and regard her fully, his blue eyes glimmering with palpable remorse as he approached her.

"I didn't mean to kill the mood." He said apologetically, towering over the tub beside her, his comely face bent towards her, his hands nervously interlocked. Joanna had her dark hair tied up in that loose bun she always preferred. He tracked the length of a few curly tendrils by her neck, adoring the sight of her so soft and pouty surrounded by bubbles.

"I know." Joanna sighed accepting his woeful statement, sinking into the waters and smiling haplessly. "Broke my heart a bit though."

Bucky felt his heart lurch under her doe-eyed stare. His knees seemed to weaken, lowering his body to the floor, dropping to the ground so his face was leveled with hers. She didn't recoil and instead floated closer, gripping the edge of the tub and meeting him at the brim. Bucky smiled, leaned over the tub, and reached out before cradling her dewy, glowing face in his deft hand.

Joanna's eyelids fluttered close, nuzzling her nose into the inside of his palm, reveling in his affection.

"Jo I can't hurt you again." He croaked through a strained throat, lodged by the intense remorse that reflected in his storm-blue eyes. Joanna was immediately compelled to dispel the anguish she saw that glistened in his miserable stare. His handsome features which were alight with so much warmth and happiness were now taut with turbulent fear.

She knew simple cooing words of affectionate garble would not ease the man's anxieties. She understood his affliction, he was afraid to lose her, sentiments she worried about the delay but chose not to indulge.

She laid her hand gently over his still holding her face. Gripping his fingers for the strength she regarded him bravely.

"I get that Winters and yeah, if something happens I'll do…something, but end your life?" Bucky stared deep into her eyes, searching through the quivering devotion and feeling overwhelmed by her reverence.

"Not a chance." She declared factually, sternly, leaving him no room to argue.

In that instant, he saw the irony in his thoughts before, about Joanna thinking less of her life compared to his. He supposed he wasn't the best example to make such a request and realized how unfair the suggestion was.

He had promised himself that he didn't want to hurt her again and that meant more than just a physical blow. Joanna loved him, a lot, it was apparent every day, he decided he wouldn't bring up the topic again.

"Got it." He agreed with a faint smile, accepting her somewhat command. Joanna eyed him suspiciously, not quite believing his quick admission. Bucky didn't think he needed to convince her, actions were a better illustration. He stroked the breadth of her high cheekbone in a doting caress. The wariness she expressed, dissolved the longer she indulged in his touch.

"Besides…" Joanna spoke up in a velvety murmur, earning his interest. "It's a little rich coming from you considering I leveled a town and you just whisked me away like it was no big deal."

Bucky stilled in his caress, absorbing her words, his hand lowering to grip the edge of the tub. Joanna slanted him a haughty grin, her eyes gleaming roguishly.

"Or did you find that kinda cute too?" She asked with a sly tilt of her head.

Bucky stared at her in renewed shock and belated arousal. The woman's art for twisting and rewording context to fit a narrative to continuously tease him was unstoppable. Bucky was tongue-tied, unable to think of a clever rejoinder. Joanna leered, her dark brows arched up expectantly, even though her dark eyes glittered all knowingly.

"Brat." He grunted and flicked at the water with his nimble fingers, so the liquid sprayed her directly on the nose.

"Oi!" Joanna gaped, shocked by his playful attack, and narrowed her stare dangerously at him. Bucky was smiling quite smugly adoring the maddened scrunching of her nose. But his grin fell instantly when she splashed at the bath with a lot more power than him, drenching his face throat, and chest in a surge of water.

Bucky gasped, shooting up to his full height, his alabaster skin dripping with beads of water, soaking the hem of his dry towel.

"Jo!" He scolded glaring at her as she cackled in pure, shameless delight. He was seething silently as Joanna's melodic laughter echoed with the bathroom walls, but the longer he stared at her radiant grin, the less annoyed he was.

"You started it." She uttered breathlessly, flashing him a debonair smile, her pretty face glowing with pride.

Bucky clenched his jaw, baffled by such defiance and the way his body was moved by rushing arousal. He shocked her by swooping down and claiming her petulant mouth. Joanna gasped into the kiss, not expecting the sudden affection, but began to kiss back almost instantly.

Distracting her with his kiss, he slyly dislodged the knot of the towel that kept him somewhat modest. The moment the wool pooled around his ankles, he began to climb into the tub with her.

Shrieking giggles escaped Joanna's lips when he began to tickle her mercilessly through the warm water. She tried to wiggle out of his playful assault, but he held her firmly, burying his face into the crook of her neck and weight down his comparatively heavier form onto her.

Joanna leaned back, against the tub, her smiling lips falling into his view. Bucky stilled, holding her stare and simply enjoying the cozy silence between them. Kneeling between her legs in the water, he took a moment to admire her beauty. From the light blush that inked her cheeks, to the jewels of droplets that littered her dewy, bronze skin.

Bewitched by the shape of the glistening, sculpted lips, he leaned in and kissed her, tenderly, his eyelids fluttering shut. Joanna pressed into his body, arching into his embrace and raising her arms up from beneath the waters.

From there, they melted into their insatiable need for each other, never fully satisfied and always continuing their sensual explorations, like there was a lengthy pause.

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