Chapter 24: Christmas Part 3

6 Days Before Christmas

"Samuel!"

Chanel's shocked but scolding tone made Sam and Bucky jump and whip their heads in her direction—their eyes wide, knowing they had been caught.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Chanel stepped further into the bathroom and ripped a pair of scissors out of Sam's hand.

"I was just gonna–"

"What? Ruin Bucky's hair?!" Chanel ran her fingers through Bucky's locks, ensuring Sam hadn't done any damage.

Bucky tilted his head back to look at her. "I didn't think you would mind."

Chanel rolled her eyes and kissed his forehead. "I don't care if you cut it, Buck. I care that you were about to let Sam cut it with goddamned kitchen scissors."

"Gross," Yelena chimed in from the door, a bag of goldfish in her hands.

"Yeah, gross." Chanel pushed her and Sam out of the bathroom. "I'll take care of this. Can you please not get crumbs all over my floor?"

"It would have been fine," Sam grumbled but followed Yelena back to the living room.

Chanel dug through her stuff until she found a pair of haircutting shears. "Here we go, now put a towel around your shoulders.

Bucky did what she asked, holding it in place with one of her hair clips. Chanel stood behind him, running her hands through his hair and smiling at him in the mirror. "What can I do for you today, Mr. Barnes?"

Bucky hummed as her nails scratched his scalp. "Are you trying to make me change my mind? Because it's working."

"No," Chanel laughed and started spritzing his hair with water. "How short do you want it?"

"Honestly, I don't know–whatever you think will look good."

"Good answer." Chanel combed through his hair, preparing a piece to cut.

"Have you done this before?"

Chanel snorted and snipped the hair. "You were gonna let Sam do this, and you're questioning my abilities?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise," Bucky mumbled.

"I was very surprised," Chanel teased as she continued snipping away.

When Bucky didn't lighten up, Chanel shifted her tone. "What brought this on?"

Bucky shifted on his stool, making Chanel swat his arm. "Stay still."

"It's nothing–just wanted a change."

Chanel studied his face—not buying his response for one second. "Since you asked, yes, I have done this before. A woman–Miss Dotty–let me hang out in her salon after school. So, I know when someone sitting in my chair has something they need to get off their chest."

Bucky sighed, meeting her eyes in the mirror. "I don't want you to think something's wrong with me–it's just when I was out with Sam today, there was a lot more attention than I'm used to. And on top of that–" Bucky trailed off.

"What is it, Buck?" Chanel moved in front of him so she could work on the fringe around his face.

He refused to meet her eyes until Chanel lifted his chin. "You can tell me anything, baby."

"I've just felt like something is wrong with us–like you're pulling away from me." Bucky's heart pounded in his chest, his palms sweating as he waited for Chanel's response.

This could be it, the end—why did I say anything?!

Chanel paused her actions, dropping herself into his lap and cradling his face. "There's nowhere else I would rather be, Bucky. No one else I would rather be with. You have to know that. I fucking adore you."

Bucky looked deep into her eyes, searching for any hint that she was lying to make him feel better. Simply going Christmas shopping with Sam had triggered so many memories that had been dormant since he had been with Chanel. All day, as they were swarmed by fans and press, he felt like he was sinking deeper and deeper into quicksand. The public's opinions, his own self-hate and doubts dragged him down as he desperately tried to fight it. Sam had made a joke about cutting Bucky's hair, and Bucky had taken him up on it, foolishly thinking getting rid of the all too familiar long hair would somehow make him feel better. As if cutting the locks off would somehow transform him into a different person with a different past.

"I'm sorry," Bucky whispered.

"No," Chanel brushed her thumb over his cheek. "Don't apologize. I'm sorry you had a rough day, baby."

"It's better now," Bucky pulled her hips closer, needing to feel her pressed against him. "So much better now."

Chanel let him hold her, gently rubbing his back and cursing herself for making him feel this way. From now on, things were going to be better.

"Let me finish this, and then we can relax, okay?"

"Yeah, okay, thank you, doll."

Bucky let her go, but she stayed in his lap as she finished his haircut, snipping and shaping and eventually drying and ruffling until his once shoulder-length locks were cut neatly into a fashionable mop of fluff.

"What do you think?" Chanel handed Bucky a mirror and let him appraise her work.

He turned his head from side to side and ran his fingers through his hair. A small smile ghosted across his face. "I think Miss Dotty taught you well."

"She did," Chanel kissed his cheek before standing up to dust him off. She watched him continue to appraise himself in the mirror, her core heating up quickly. How could a haircut be such a turn-on? She knew she was a good stylist, but she had never used her skills on someone as pretty as Bucky.

"You look damn good, maybe a little too good." Chanel squeezed herself between Bucky and the counter.

"Is that so?" Bucky teased as he lifted her up.

"Are you still in the mood for cuddles or–"

"Hey, what do you guys want to–" Sam stepped back as Bucky slammed the bathroom door closed in his face. "—do for dinner," he finished to himself. "Nevermind then! Come on, Yelena, the animals are at it again."

"Bring me something back!" Chanel yelled as Bucky pushed her up against the bathroom door.

No reply came, but she was too lost in Bucky to notice.

5 Days Before Christmas

"Come on, Buck, please," Chanel whined, giving Bucky her best puppy eyes. "It'll be fun, and aren't you at least a little curious?"

Bucky rolled off of the air mattress and set his face in a look of determination, trying not to give in. "I'm really not. Musicals aren't exactly my thing."

"Sam's going, Banner's going, baby, everyone but us is going," Chanel pouted, propping herself up on her elbow as she watched Bucky stretch.

"You can go with them; I won't be upset."

Bucky gave her a soft smile over his shoulder before making a beeline for the coffee pot. Chanel had tried to buy him a fancy contraption with little pods that she said would be much easier to use. But Bucky hated the taste; the flavors were all too sweet, and his plain black coffee tasted watered down. He continued to ignore Chanel's pouting stare as he scooped coffee into the filter. Chanel's annoyed huff as she threw the blankets off of her body and got out of bed put a slight smile on his lips.

"I don't want to go without you." Chanel followed Bucky into the kitchen and wrapped her arms around him. "Are you afraid that the actor who plays you will be hotter, and I'll leave you for him?" She teased.

"Yeah, right," Bucky scoffed.

"So grumpy," Chanel forced his attention away from the slow drip of his coffee. "I'll make it worth your while Sergeant Barnes." Chanel bit her lip and gave him her best fuck me eyes. They worked better than the puppy ones.

Bucky had a hint of a smile on his lips. "Oh yeah? This is a big ask, doll. I better get something amazing in return."

Chanel smiled at the glint of mischief in his eyes; he already had something in mind. "Like what, Buck?" She asked innocently.

Bucky smirked. "I'll surprise you. When is the show again?"

Chanel's eyes lit up at his concession. "It's tonight. So, we're going?"

Bucky sighed but couldn't ever deny her anything. "Yes," he groaned.

Chanel squealed as she stood on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck.

"Guess we better go do some last-minute shopping then."

"For what?" Chanel asked.

"For what you're going to wear to make it worth my while." Bucky winked at her, grabbing his fresh cup of coffee and leaving her bubbling with excitement in the kitchen.

Shyness was a rare feeling for Chanel–but as she walked hand in hand with Bucky through the crowded theater lobby, she could feel herself blushing. The dress Bucky had picked out for her–emerald green velvet that left nothing to the imagination–captured everyone's attention. Every eye was on her as Bucky guided her through the lobby and up to their private box seats. The fact that she was currently squeezing her thighs together, way too focused on the remote-controlled vibrator between her legs, may have had something to do with her sudden bashfulness. Bucky was sure to keep one hand stuffed in his pocket, to hide his left hand but mostly to torture Chanel with the possibility that the vibrator could buzz to life at any moment.

Chanel was dusting a sparkly gold highlighter over her chest when Bucky stepped out of the shower, wrapping a fluffy white towel low around his waist.

His eyes roved over her; she was bent slightly over the sink, and her legs looked a mile long in the short dress. Her toned back was on display, her curly hair cascading down over her shoulders. The velvet fit snugly over her ass which was sinfully tempting in the position she was in. Bucky's eyes moved up to watch her in the mirror, her brush moving delicately over the tops of her breasts, which looked ridiculously good. His throat felt dry as he tried not to think about slipping her dress up over her hips and watching her tits in the mirror as they bounced rhythmically with every sharp thrust he gave her. His dominant nature had been itching to come out and play, but as he admired her, his desire to let her do anything she wanted threatened to temper his fire.

Chanel turned to him as he cleared his throat. Her eyes raked over his body too, following water droplets as they traveled down his chest and over his abs before disappearing under his towel. The uber-defined V-cut he was showing off made her salivate; she wanted to lick every drop of water off him until he was begging her to use her mouth somewhere else.

"Hey, handsome," she said with a flirty grin. "It's really a shame that we're skipping the red carpet—you're too hot to sit back and let Sam get all the attention. Him and Yelena are already sending me pictures—they think they saw Rihanna—Bucky, are you even listening to me?"

"You look fucking amazing. Are you—" Bucky's eyes hadn't moved from where they were focused on her tits; he was practically drooling.

Chanel stuck her chest out a little more. "Am I what, Buck?"

"The dress is backless—" he cleared his throat.

Chanel snickered and pulled the top of her dress down, flashing him her bare chest.

"Fuck," Bucky muttered under his breath, rubbing his jaw as if he was in pain.

Chanel smiled at him as she fixed her dress. "Are you sure you're going to make it through the evening, Buck?"

"Oh, I'll be fine."

Chanel narrowed her eyes at the change in his tone. She looked back at him–his whole demeanor had shifted as he casually leaned against the door frame, his lips twitching with a secret.

"I have some rules for you to follow," his commanding whisper was well controlled; he was determined to stay in charge. "Number one, you gotta call me by my appropriate title."

"You want me to call you Sarge?" Chanel batted her eyelashes at him in the mirror as she put her earrings in.

Bucky tried to ignore the twitch under his towel as she said it and nodded his head. "Sergeant Barnes is also acceptable."

"Is that all?" Chanel leaned over the counter again, trying to make him lose his grasp on his control.

The mischievous twinkle in Chanel's eye disappeared as Bucky stalked toward her, a slightly annoyed frown on his face. He wasn't in the mood to play.

Chanel watched as he silently opened his bathroom drawer and pulled out a small silk bag. What he took out of it made Chanel's heart rate pick up. Bucky smirked as he quickly slid his hands under her dress and pulled her black lacy panties down her legs. Before he could ask if she wanted to continue, Chanel spread her legs wider for him. A tiny gasp left her lips as Bucky pushed the vibrator inside of her and pulled her underwear back up.

"Second rule, no coming unless I say so," he whispered against her neck.

He turned to leave the room, and Chanel stared after him with her mouth half-open in surprise.

"Buck–oh shit," Chanel's words died on her tongue as the vibrator turned on, stimulating not only her now very sensitive clit, but also her g-spot perfectly.

"You're already breaking the rules," Bucky tsked, crossing his arms as he watched her try and control herself.

Chanel shivered at how upset he looked–his disappointment that she couldn't follow one simple rule shouldn't have turned her on as much as it did.

Bucky turned the vibration up a notch, and she leaned against the counter, her pretty lips parted in a little "O," her cheeks already starting to flush. He licked his lips, fighting the groan that was building; he was already rock hard, and they hadn't even left the house yet.

"Doll?" He turned the vibe off and let Chanel catch her breath. "Color?"

"Green," Chanel panted.

"Good girl, come here."

Chanel went to him on shaky legs, his angry scowl softening now that she had accepted her role for the evening.

"Look what you do to me, doll." Bucky grabbed her hand and pressed it against the prominent erection his towel was attempting to hide.

Chanel bit her lip and looked up at him with surprised doe eyes.

"Need you to be a good girl and take care of this for me before we leave." He slowly rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip, pulling it down slightly before letting it pop back into place.

Chanel choked back her moan; she wanted him like this all the time. She licked her lips in anticipation. "Yes, Sarge."

Bucky groaned at her sultry voice and the title slipping off her tongue as she sank to her knees in front of him.

Bucky grabbed the door frame to steady himself as Chanel threw his towel on the floor, skipped the teasing, and sucked his thick cock into her warm mouth.

"Look so pretty with your lips around me," Bucky moaned. "Take it all."

He gasped as Chanel relaxed her throat and let his tip slip in. "Such a good girl, fuck."

Chanel clenched around the vibrator in her pussy and moaned on Bucky's cock. He was absolutely killing her.

"Just like that—little faster doll."

Chanel sped up, hollowing her cheeks—her heart racing as Bucky moaned loudly. He was hot and heavy on her tongue, and he tasted so damn good. She felt like a fucking goddess on the floor as he sang down praises and tried to control the pitch of his voice. Her tongue swirled around the red tip of his cock, and she knew he was close; his thighs started to shake under her hands. She brought a hand up to gently squeeze his balls, and Bucky's hands flew to her hair as his cock twitched on her tongue.

"Oh god, oh fuck, don't stop–just like that–fuck doll gonna come in your slutty little mouth," Bucky fucked her face harder than he ever had. Chanel's fingernails dug sharply into his thigh, but she didn't stop him; she felt like she was going to come any second.

She gave his balls another slight squeeze, and he whimpered loudly as he filled her mouth with his hot cum.

Chanel sucked him clean as he leaned against the door catching his breath.

Still on her knees, her hair a mess and her cheeks flushed, she looked up at him innocently. "Was that good, Sarge?"

"Fucking hell," Bucky groaned and pulled Chanel to her feet. "Are you sure we can't just stay here?" He kissed her and groped her needily–his hands grabbing handfuls of her ass under her dress before moving up to roughly squeeze her breasts.

"I'm fucking soaked, baby," Chanel whimpered in his ear.

Bucky groaned and started to push her toward the bed.

"But, I wanna see what else you have in store for tonight before you fuck me stupid."

Bucky forced himself to separate from her. "Well, my plan is to see how quickly I can make you beg to come home."

"Challenge accepted," Chanel smiled.

Bucky pecked her lips before starting to get dressed. "I'm not gonna go easy on you." He licked his lips at her hesitant expression. "Meet me outside when you're ready. If I stand here any longer, I won't be able to resist fucking you–you smell divine." Bucky groaned the last few words and quickly removed himself from the temptation, disappearing into the closet to put his suit on. This was supposed to be torture for Chanel, but he would suffer as much.

Bucky waved to Sam over the railing; while the rest of the Avengers had opted for seats closer to the stage, Bucky had requested a private box. Even with his plan in place to distract himself, every time he glanced at the stage and the people down below, he felt like he might be sick.

"You okay?" Chanel whispered when he took his seat next to her.

Her gentle touch and the concern in her voice soothed him back into his earlier demeanor. "Fine," he kissed her lips quickly before placing his hand in his pocket.

He sat back with an innocent smile on his face as he watched her squirm. He hadn't used the vibe yet, and her anticipation of when he would was turning out to be more delicious than actually using it.

As the lights dimmed and the first song began, Chanel relaxed into her seat, squeezing Bucky's hand.

Bucky kissed the top of her head as he turned the vibe onto the lowest setting. He smirked as Chanel jolted and glared at him.

"Watch the show, baby girl," he whispered.

Chanel bit her lip to contain her whimper.

Baby girl–baby girl?! Jesus! What is he trying to do, get me pregnant?

She tried to focus on the show, but the pressure on her clit was too overwhelming. Bucky sitting next to her in an all-black suit that even Zemo would have been proud of was not helping her situation. She squeezed his hand and her armrest, trying very hard not to move her hips, but all she wanted was to grind down onto the vibrator stuffed in her pussy until she came.

Bucky moved his hand out of her grip and rubbed her thigh, the short dress gave him easy access to her warm skin, and he nearly growled at the barely audible whimper that left her throat.

He left her like that for a while, teasing her with his large hand and the low-level vibration until she leaned closer to him and begged for more.

Bucky turned to her with a raised eyebrow. "What was that baby girl?"

Chanel closed her eyes as the pleasure of his words washed over her. "Please, Sarge? Wanna come," she whispered in his ear.

Her warm breath on his ear and neck made his cock twitch. He turned the vibration up again.

"Oh fuck–please," Chanel begged, her nails digging into his bicep.

"Behave." Bucky turned his attention to the show and rolled his eyes as his character came on stage.

Chanel pouted and sat back in her seat when Bucky turned the vibe off completely. She was so wet, so turned on, her skin felt red hot. After downing her vodka on the rocks, she started to feel a little more in control. She held Bucky's hand again, laying on his shoulder and rubbing his strong muscles with her free hand.

"That actor doesn't even look like you," she muttered. "His ass is too flat."

Bucky snorted, drawing annoyed looks and huffs from the audience members in the surrounding boxes.

Chanel smiled, glad that Bucky seemed to be enjoying himself. She wanted this to be a good experience for him. They sat like that for a while, cuddled together, and made jokes about the show. Bucky pointed out every detail they got wrong and added his own memories.

"Look," Chanel nudged Bucky, "Sam's already asleep."

Bucky looked over the railing and saw Sam practically drooling as he slept on Yelena's shoulder.

"Wow, embarrassing." Bucky grinned as he pulled out his cellphone. "You think he turned his phone off?"

"Don't!" Chanel whispered with a goading smile.

They both leaned forward as Bucky dialed Sam's phone, the loud ringtone going off right in the middle of Steve's dramatic solo about Peggy. Sam jolted awake and scrambled for his phone as a disgruntled noise came from the audience. Chanel and Bucky were nearly crying with laughter, and they both fell back into their seats when Sam turned in their direction.

Bucky slumped down, hiding his smile with his hand as he showed Chanel the angry text Sam had just sent.

"Scale of 1-10, how much does he hate us right now?" Chanel wiped the tears from her eyes and sat back up in her seat.

"Oh, definitely a 20."

"Probably–" Chanel's sentence was cut off when Bucky suddenly turned the vibe back on to the highest setting.

She had to bite her tongue to keep from moaning as she clenched her thighs together.

Bucky watched her from the corner of his eye, her body rigid, trying so hard not to move, her eyes desperate and pleading, her chest moving up and down rapidly. He wanted her so much–he needed to break her.

"You look so gorgeous like this, doll." Bucky nibbled on her ear as his hand moved over her thigh again. "I wanna make you feel as good as you made me feel earlier."

Chanel bit her lip as his hand traveled higher up her thigh. She nodded her head in response to his words, but he paused his movements.

"If you wanna come, we gotta go home."

Chanel huffed and glared at him. She could see the hunger in his eyes as he watched her try not to come in the middle of the theater. He thought she didn't notice his lingering gaze on her tits, which were heaving up and down rapidly now. She watched his eyes flick to them again, and his hand squeezed her thigh tightly while his tongue wet his lips. She could break him too.

"You're thinking about sucking my tits while I bounce on your cock, aren't you?"

Bucky's eyes snapped back up to hers, and he turned the vibe off. "That's not how this works, baby girl," he whispered against her cheek before lightly kissing it.

Chanel was undeterred; she scooted closer to him and ran her hand up and down his thigh. "Oh, come on, Sarge. I'm so horny," she whined. "Just take me into a coat closet and fuck me real hard, real fast, please?" Her hand was now caressing his cock through his slacks, and she could feel him getting harder the more she talked.

"Chanel–" Bucky warned but made no move to stop her as she started to undo his button and zipper.

"It's dark, and we're sitting all alone. No one's going to notice."

Bucky tilted his head back as her nails drug lightly over his erection through his boxers.

"No one's going to notice if I slip onto the floor and stick this fat cock down my throat."

"Fuck," Bucky quietly groaned and gripped her wrist before she could slip her hand down his boxers. "No," he hissed at her and moved her hand out of his pants.

Chanel crossed her arms and huffed at him.

"I told you to behave," Bucky growled at her as he pulled her face closer to his. "Now I'm gonna have to punish you. It's too bad, I really wanted to make you come on my cock over and over when we got home, but I guess I'll have to do without."

Bucky shrugged dramatically and sat back in his seat, trying not to smirk at the agape look on Chanel's face.

She sat back in her own seat, stubbornly keeping her arms crossed, even when he reached out to hold her hand. She was going to force him to give in first.

But he didn't. He didn't turn the vibe back on either, which was driving her crazy.

Finally, when she realized the play was getting to the part where Bucky "died," she softened. This was supposed to be a good time for both of them.

She curled back up against his side and held his hand between both of hers.

"I'm okay," Bucky whispered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

"Okay, baby," Chanel whispered back with a kiss on his cheek. She kept her hold on his hand and tightened it when she realized they were launching into a Winter Soldier sequence that detailed every horrible highlight of Bucky's past.

Bucky's eyes darted around nervously as he noticed a few people glancing in their direction. He didn't want to ruin the night for Chanel; he could do this.

"Baby, can we go get some air? I don't feel so great." Chanel tugged on his hand, and he quickly nodded and led her out of the theater.

Once they were in the cold New York air, Chanel shrugged into her coat and leaned against the brick wall.

"You okay, doll? Did I go too far?" Bucky's brow was furrowed with concern.

"I'm okay, baby," Chanel smiled at him and grabbed his tie to pull him closer to her.

Understanding dawned on Bucky's face–she had done that for him, knowing he wouldn't have done it himself.

Chanel kissed him before he could say anything. "You won the game, Sergeant Barnes. Please, I'm begging you, take me home. I need you," She kissed him through her words, getting increasingly needier.

Bucky brushed her hair back, smiling at her adoringly. "I love you, doll." Bucky kissed her again, shoving his tongue in her mouth while his hands glided down her back and over her ass. He pulled away and let her chase his lips before pushing her back against the wall. "But, I'm still gonna punish you for that stunt you pulled in there."

Chanel whimpered; the thought of not getting to come made her want to cry, but it was worth it to find out what kinds of delicious torment he had in store.

Never in her life had Chanel let a man or woman have total control of her body the way she let Bucky. She surrendered to him without any doubt, without even a hint of hesitancy. And she had been thoroughly rewarded.

Her ass still stung from the first part of her punishment; the sound of Bucky's big hand landing on her flesh still rung in her ears. The ties around her wrist dug into her skin harshly as she pulled on them for the hundredth time, desperately trying to touch Bucky–touch him anywhere. She was desperate to feel him.

"Bucky!" Chanel tried to squirm away from his mouth. She gasped as Bucky slapped her thigh. "Fuck–Sorry! Sarge," she gulped in air as Bucky's tongue sped up. ``Please, I can't take anymore." Even as she said it, her hips lifted to catch the friction of his nose against her clit, and she moaned lowly as he pulled another orgasm from her. She had lost count after the fourth one. Her brain was no longer functioning. How wrong she had been to think that Bucky would continue denying her. No, his plan was quite the opposite.

Bucky crawled over her, her body jumping when his cock drug over her over sensitive clit. "Look at you," Bucky almost chuckled as he kissed her flushed cheeks. "You're already begging for mercy, and I haven't even fucked you yet."

"It's too much," Chanel shuddered as his lips attached to her neck.

"Hmm," Bucky trailed his tongue up to her ear. "That's quite the turnaround from begging for my cock in the middle of the theater."

Bucky moved down to suck her pert nipple into his mouth. "You have such pretty tits, doll," he groaned, grinding against her hip. "I think I have an idea." Bucky gently bit the top of her breast before moving back to her lips. "You gonna give me want?"

Fuck him for making her sore pussy clench again.

"Yes, Sarge," she quickly agreed.

"Good girl." Bucky pecked her lips before sitting up on his knees.

He only had to give her a look, and she knew what he wanted. She opened her mouth, flattening her tongue to allow his entrance. Bucky held on to the headboard, just above where her wrists were tied, and gave a few deep strokes into her mouth before pulling out.

She whined at the loss, and Bucky shushed her, moving down her body until his throbbing cock fit in the valley of her breasts.

"Fuck," Chanel whimpered, squirming underneath him.

"You like this, baby girl? Want me to fuck your tits?" Bucky gently cupped the sides of her breasts, squeezing them together around his cock while he circled her nipples with his thumbs.

"Please, Sarge, use me, please," she panted until he started moving.

His thick cock slid perfectly between her soft flesh, and Bucky could already feel the high he had put off for too long, quickly approaching.

Chanel stared up at him in total admiration. The look of bliss on his face was indescribable, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth, his handsome scruff shining from the hours he spent between her legs–but the best part was the little tremble of his lips, the click of his jaw when he started to get close.

"Please, Sarge. Want you to come on my tits." Chanel stuck her tongue out again, lapping at his sensitive cock head every time it peeked through her cleavage.

"Fuck, fuck, such a dirty slut for me," Bucky groaned, picking up speed.

"Yeah, only for you, Sarge. Give it to me."

The pressure snapped, and Bucky stilled; the sight of his come landing over Chanel's breasts and face had him completely stunned. No sounds came out of his mouth as he looked down at her, watching her slide her tongue over her lips to catch a taste of him.

"So fucking perfect," he groaned as he climbed off the bed to get a warm towel.

Chanel didn't miss his cock bobbing between his legs, still just as hard as it was when they started.

4 Days Before Christmas

The next morning Chanel woke up to the smell of bacon, eggs, pancakes, and coffee. Glad to be in her own bed now that Sam and Yelena were gone, she burrowed further under her blanket and hugged Bucky's pillow to her chest, inhaling his familiar scent.

When she felt the bed dip under Bucky's weight, she peeked up at him from under her blanket. "Hey–"

"Don't," Bucky held up his hand and kissed her forehead. "Don't call me anything other than Bucky–my dick needs a break from you."

Chanel buried her face in his pillow as she shook with laughter.

"I'm serious!" Bucky pulled the blanket down to give her his best 'I mean business' face.

"Fine, Bucky." Chanel rolled her eyes but gave his nose a quick kiss. "Breakfast smells good," she yawned and got out of bed to stretch.

Bucky groaned, making her turn to face him again.

"What now?"

"Can you please put some clothes on–I can't look at you right now." Bucky playfully put his hand over his eyes, but the image of her in cheeky white panties and his red henley would forever be burned in his mind.

"Oh my god, you're ridiculous," Chanel laughed as she locked herself in the bathroom. She yelled through the door, "you can open your eyes now!"

"Thank god," Bucky sighed. "Come eat when you're decent."

"Is this appropriate enough for you, Mr. Barnes?" Chanel posed in the bedroom doorway.

Bucky turned around in the kitchen and appraised her. She was wearing jeans and a sweater, but she still looked too sexy, and the way she called him Mr. Barnes was doing something to him.

"Oh, Jesus. You are the problem here, Buck, not me. Perv." Chanel teased as she kissed his cheek and took the plate he had made for her.

"It's not my fault that you look sexy all the time, and everything you do or say drives me absolutely insane."

"The feeling is mutual, babe." Chanel sat at the table and sipped her coffee.

Bucky sat next to her, his plates piled with significantly more food than she had on hers.

"You know, it's a good thing that I didn't stay a super-soldier. Our grocery bills would have been through the roof."

Bucky chuckled with a mouth full of pancakes. When Chanel opened her phone and started scrolling, Bucky turned his attention to the tv.

They ate in silence for a bit until Chanel scoffed at something on her phone.

"What is it?" Bucky asked.

"Look," Chanel showed him a news article about the opening of the Rogers musical. However, this particular article was less about the show and more about the famous attendees.

"Doll, I told you not to look at this stuff…." Bucky sighed as he read the caption under their picture.

"They basically called me ghetto and said I was a slut," Chanel huffed as she took the phone back.

"That's not what it says. I loved the dress; who cares what some Internet person thought about it?"

Chanel groaned and stood up from the table. "This happens every time, Buck! You don't get it."

Bucky frowned; she was really upset about this. He hated that she had to experience that part of his world, a part that he loathed more than anyone.

"I'm sorry, doll. I shouldn't have made you wear the dress."

Chanel sighed frustratedly and sat back down across from him. "That's not the point, Bucky. The dress was great, you loved it, I loved it–if you had shown up with a skinny white woman wearing it, they would have printed something way different."

Bucky furrowed his brows. "What do you mean?"

Chanel grabbed his hands, trying to remain patient. "Bucky, my body–there's a lot about it that some people don't find–acceptable. Especially for someone who looks like you…." Chanel paused, waiting to see if he was catching on.

"You mean, they print these things about you because–because you're black?"

Chanel nodded, gripping his hands harder. "You don't see it; when we walk around–people sometimes stare, not because of you necessarily but because I'm with you." Chanel's shoulders slumped slightly. "I don't mind it, I'm used to it–truly it doesn't bother me. But, this–printed for everyone to see and judge and–"

Bucky moved to pick her up out of her chair as she started crying. "I'm so sorry." Bucky kissed her temple as he carried her to the living room chair and held her against his chest. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. I wish I could do something–can I?"

Chanel shook her head and wiped her tears. "It just pisses me off–makes me feel like shit. And we were so careful not to get our picture taken last night, and people just don't care–like we're not real people to them. And–" Chanel was starting to hyperventilate now. "I can't have my face plastered all over the Internet, Bucky! People want me dead, and now all they have to do is go online and see where I am at all times!"

"Woah, take a breath, doll. I got you." Bucky held her tighter, and when she had calmed down slightly, he spoke again. "What do you mean people want you dead?"

Chanel hid her face in his neck.

Shit.

"Just–um, the Power Broker, I assume."

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Let me make you feel better, yeah?" Bucky rubbed the small of her back.

Chanel nodded.

"You know, I think you're the most gorgeous, strongest, in general, most perfect person in existence."

Chanel chuckled, "I know, Buck. You make me feel beautiful and special every day."

"Because you need to know." Bucky kissed her. "What do you want to do, love? Do you want a bath? Do you want to have a movie day? I could order your favorite foods...we could go out of town, take a day trip and just explore?"

"God, I love you." Chanel gripped his t-shirt and pulled him into a fierce kiss. "I like the idea of a movie day. Sweats and pizza and all day cuddles."

"Sounds perfect," Bucky said as he kissed her again. "You know what we should do? We should build a fort and watch movies out here."

Chanel sat back and looked at him like he was crazy. "How old are you again?"

"Come on, it'll be fun." Bucky pulled her back to his lips so he could plant kisses along her jaw.

"Okay," Chanel smiled, already feeling so much better. "I'm in. You move the furniture, and I'll go grab all the blankets and pillows I can find."

Bucky grinned and kissed her again. "Get to work," he joked as he smacked her ass playfully.

"Hey, don't start doing shit like that if you're trying to take a sex break," Chanel teased as she went to the bedroom.

"Yeah, we'll see how long that lasts." Bucky watched her walk away, licking his lips at the sway of her hips.

"Get to work, Barnes! I can feel you staring!"

Bucky laughed as he got up and moved the furniture around the living room. Chanel and Bucky maneuvered Bucky's mattress out of his room and onto the living room floor. They then created a cozy fort out of blankets and pillows. Bucky grabbed plenty of snacks when they were done as Chanel started the first movie, Home Alone.

A few movies into the marathon, after arguing about whether Mean Girls was indeed a Christmas movie, and after eating a whole pizza, Bucky fell asleep with Chanel's fingers running through his hair.

Chanel looked over at him, his pink lips slightly parted as he slept peacefully. Her heart was so full, she thought it might burst, and she was crying again–this time from happiness. She had never loved someone as deeply as she loved Bucky. They could do the craziest shit together and then have such tender moments. She trusted him with her body and soul, and as she gazed at him now, she knew there would never be anyone else. He was it for her, her soulmate, if she believed in that kind of thing.

She sniffled and tried to stop crying so she wouldn't wake him up. She grabbed her phone and opened a message to Sam.

"Ask Sarah if we can stay with her for a bit? I want to bring Bucky home after Christmas."

Sam's response was almost immediate. "YES!"

Chanel rolled her eyes as she typed. "Actually ask her, Sam. I don't want to show up uninvited!"

"Okay, okay. I'll have her call you. But you know she'll say yes."

Chanel smiled and locked her phone, already picturing Bucky lounging on Sarah's back porch with a glass of iced tea.

The apartment was dark when Chanel woke up alone in the living room fort. She had passed out at some point during It's A Wonderful Life; the credits were still rolling on TV.

"Bucky?" She called out, but when she received no answer she crawled out of the fort to look for him.

She flicked the living room light on and noticed his jacket and shoes were gone.

He must have gone to pick up dinner.

A note on the kitchen counter confirmed her suspicions; he was going to her favorite Indian spot. Her stomach growled, and she grabbed her phone to shoot him a text. "Are you almost home? So hungry!"

Chanel frowned when she received no response.

Maybe he's on the subway–it is pretty cold.

She chewed her cheek as she stared at her phone. After ten minutes with no response, she called him and got his voicemail.

Okay, calm down. There's no reason to panic.

A knock at the door made her breathe a sigh of relief.

"Did you forget your key–Ozenik?" Chanel blinked her eyes rapidly as if to clear her vision.

"May I come in?"

"Wha–what are you doing here?" Chanel stepped aside and let the old man in.

Before he could answer, her phone rang, Bucky's smiling face on the screen.

"Oh, thank god, just a second, please have a seat." Chanel motioned for Ozenik to make himself at home as she answered Bucky's call.

"Hey, are you okay? Where–"

"Chanel," Bucky's labored voice cut her off. "Don't–it's a trap."

"What? Buck–Bucky, tell me where you are!"

The last thing she heard was Bucky grunting before a woman's voice came through the phone.

"Bucky can't talk right now," a familiar German voice crackled through the phone, and Chanel froze in her tracks. "Hello, Daisy."

"Hanna?"

"You killed my brother."

Chanel stood over the kitchen sink, taking slow deep breaths. She was trying to convince herself not to punch Stephan's obnoxious sister, Hanna, right in the mouth. They were supposed to be celebrating their mother's 70th birthday, but Hanna seemed determined to ruin the party for everyone.

"Can I get you anything?" Manfred asked gently.

"How about vodka and a bottle of happy pills?" Chanel smiled and pulled herself together just as Hanna and Sofie walked into the kitchen.

"Oh, there you are, dear," Sofie, Stephan's mother, had already taken a strong liking to Chanel and started fussing over her, fixing a few out of place hairs.

"Sorry, I just needed some air." Chanel smiled politely, catching Hanna's envious gaze.

"Mother, why don't you go back to the dining room? I think the cake will be out soon."

"Actually–there's no cake," Chanel looked back at Sofie hesitantly.

"No cake?! You throw my mother a birthday party, and there's no cake?!"

"Shush!" Sofie reprimanded Hanna and took Chanel's hand.

"I'm sorry, I just noticed that you really liked the pastries I had last time you were here and thought you would enjoy that instead."

Sofie's face broke into a delighted grin as she turned back to Hanna. "See, this is what you never got right. You never pay attention to me. Not like Stephan." She turned back to Chanel to kiss her cheeks. "You seem to be the daughter I always wanted."

Chanel stood frozen, locked in an angry stare with Hanna as Sofie made her way to the dining room.

Hanna stalked toward her as soon as Sofie was gone. Her stringy blonde hair was professionally blown out for the occasion. Her face was tight with botox. Her fake puffy lips painted a light shade of pink and still not as enticing as Chanel's bare ones.

"You listen here, you fucking cunt, I don't know what whorehouse Stephan dragged you out of, but I'm on to you. You think you can just come in here and steal my brother? You think he actually gives a shit about you? You think any of this–" she waved her arms wildly around the kitchen, "is going to be yours one day?!"

Chanel's fists were balled up so tightly she felt a trickle of blood run down her palm.

"No, he's not gonna marry you–when he's done having his fun, he'll find someone else and someone else, and you'll be nothing. My mother won't even remember your name in a few weeks."

Chanel took a deep breath before deciding that she didn't give a fuck anymore. Before Hanna could get another word out, Chanel had her pinned down, her face pressing into the marble countertop next to the blender.

"Don't make a sound," Chanel whispered in her ear as she pulled a small knife from under her dress and ran it across Hanna's neck. "You make any noise, and I swear I will cut every piece of plastic out of you."

"I knew it; I knew something was wrong with you," Hanna huffed, fighting against the hold Chanel had on her wrists. "Fucking crazy bitch–Stephan!"

Chanel rolled her eyes as Hanna continued screaming, but her calls went unanswered. Chanel shushed her. "Here, let me try." Chanel cleared her throat before calmly calling Stephan's name.

He waltzed into the kitchen, pausing only briefly when he saw what was going on.

"What seems to be the problem, Schatz?" Stephan picked up a piece of cheese from the appetizer platter and leaned against the counter.

"Why don't you ask her?" Chanel let Hanna go and hopped up onto the counter next to Stephan.

Stephan wrapped his arm around her waist tightly and raised his eyebrows, waiting for Hanna to speak.

She looked between the two of them, her cheeks puffing with anger, and Stephan knew he'd be getting a lecture later. But for now, Hanna settled for knocking the cheese platter to the ground and storming out of the party."

"What–I didn't kill Stephan. Hanna, just listen–"

"Shut up! It's your fault he's dead!" Hanna paused to steady her voice. "Now, you're going to pay with your life or Bucky's. I really don't care anymore."

"Don't touch him," Chanel growled. "Let him go, and I'm yours."

"Aww, see, that just makes me want to hurt him more."

Chanel gripped the kitchen counter as hard as she could, trying to keep a clear head. But when she heard Bucky start screaming in the background, she lost it, grabbing the closest thing to her, the toaster, and throwing it at the wall.

"Fucking bitch, I'm going to kill you," Chanel muttered more to herself than to Hanna as she pulled the largest knife she had out of the knife block on the counter.

"That sounds more like the Daisy, I remember. The one my brother loved."

Chanel angrily scrawled the address Hanna gave her onto a napkin and stalked toward the front door.

Ozenik cleared his throat from the dining table. "Miss?"

"Shit, I'm sorry, I have to go–Bucky's in trouble, I can't–"

"I know. That's why I'm here."

Chanel turned to him, "what?"

Ozenik stood up from the table. "Helmut asked me to keep an eye on you. It sounds like you need some help. Yes?"

Chanel nodded; of course, Helmut hadn't let it go.

"Surely you have more weapons than a kitchen knife."

Chanel looked down at the large butcher knife in her hand and then back at Ozenik.

"I don't need anything other than this."

Very well," he shrugged, clearly used to these dramatics, "I have a car waiting."

Chanel nervously chewed on her cheek as she sat in Ozenik's car. She tried not to think about how Bucky had been taken or what they could possibly be doing to him that he hadn't been able to fight back. They must have been watching her closer than she thought; they waited until Yelena and Sam were out of the state to make their move.

She fumbled for her phone quickly dialing Yelena's number, and as soon as she answered, Chanel cut her off. "They took Bucky–I don't have time to explain just–Yelena, listen!" Chanel took a shaky breath. "I'm gonna send you the address, and you have to get in touch with Clint–I don't know anyone else! Okay, fine, call whoever, I trust you. I don't know what I'm up against here–thanks."

Chanel hung up the phone and tapped her fingers on the console impatiently.

"He's going to be okay–I've seen you in action." Ozenik tried to calm her down, but all Chanel felt was an overwhelming roiling, burning anger in her veins.

"I know. I'm done pulling my punches."

A/N: OK I'm gonna be obnoxious for second-I really have enjoyed writing this story and I'm excited to see my followers slowly increase. But honestly, I'm losing motivation to keep writing this when I'm getting no feedback. A simple comment really makes a world of difference.