Chapter 7
Later, when Wanda realized she left her phone out in the stables, she debated leaving it out there until the morning, but since she used it as an alarm clock, she needed it. When she'd fled the stables earlier in the day, she was so furious with Bucky that she could barely see straight, then this last time the anger had dimmed when she saw him, but not completely. Anger at him seemed foreign to her. They had grown so close, but this anger made her want to cry and it almost made her want to hit him or throw up. Everyone else was asleep, so she had to walk through the creepy hotel by herself and be careful so Steve didn't hear her.
Wanda snuck into the stables as quiet as possible, hoping not to wake Bucky. But now she stood just in the doorway, frozen in place, trying not to breathe loud enough for him to hear her. She never expected to find him like this. The moonlight shone lightly on his pale skin, flashing off his metal arm, and when her gaze traveled the entire length of his body, her own body felt flushed and shaky, desire flooding her veins like fire. The blanket draped over one of his legs, but that was all that covered him except a light sheen of sweat. His head tilted back, his eyes appeared closed, but his hand gripped his cock as he moved it steadily up and down. She had little to compare it to, but he seemed rather large. His body amazed her. Everything was just so perfect and… hot. His cock glistened so he must have used something on it, perhaps with his own saliva. Wanda couldn't stop staring as he moaned softly, biting his lip and increasing the tempo of his hand. Arousal coursed through her body.
Wanting to know what he was thinking, Wanda did something she knew she shouldn't, but couldn't resist. She read his mind and gasped at his very vivid and visual thoughts of what he wanted to do to her. Unfortunately, her gasp was loud enough for him to hear her. Damn that super soldier hearing! He opened his eyes, and his gaze flew to her. A ripple of panic crossed his eyes as his face burned red and he started to cover himself.
"Don't," she said quickly, shocking even herself. "Don't stop." He shook his head with confusion, like he didn't grasp what she wanted, or at least why she wanted it.
Wanda leaned back against the wall as Bucky studied her, but said nothing. He also didn't cover up or release himself. His gaze held hers and she didn't need to read his mind to know he wanted her as much as she wanted him. He could no longer claim he thought she'd be better off with Steve. He wouldn't give her up to any man.
Bucky bit his lip again as he began stroking himself again. His fingers wrapped around his thick shaft with his thumb running along the top of it, long slow movements and, every once in a while, he would shudder, desire surging through his body causing him to tighten his hold on himself. Wanda felt lust burning in her like never before and her heart was pounding so hard in her ears. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. This man would be the death of her, surely.
His movements faster and breathing heavier, she knew it wouldn't be long before he reached a climax. He was probably close when she arrived. He never looked away from her gaze, wanting her to watch now. It made him even harder. While she wanted to watch, she was disappointed that in the end, she'd be left wanting.
"Let me see you. Please," he pleaded in a deep husky voice she'd never heard him use and it made her catch her breath. She hesitated, not knowing if she should but she went with her impulse and slowly removed her shirt, wadding it up into a ball, then slid the straps of her bra slowly off her shoulder. Reaching behind, she unfastened it, freeing her breasts. Wanda knew Bucky liked her boobs. Most men stared at them so she figured they were pretty good. She looked back at him as she caressed her breasts. She wasn't ready to take off everything yet. But it seemed to be enough for him. He moaned her name, his intense stare filling her veins with fire as his strokes became even faster and harder. Wanda wanted him, wanted to surrender herself to him completely, but she was scared. Her experiences in the orphanage were with guys that were barely men. But Bucky was all man. And he would want more than sex. He would want everything from her.
Bucky's head fell back as he panted hard. But he returned his gaze to her. It was like he could see into her very soul and her into his. Eventually, his whole body stiffened, his cock swelling in his grip and his orgasm came, spilling into his hand and on his tightly muscled belly. His moans swept through her, making her even wetter. He seemed to stay hard longer than what she thought was typical at least. His breathing was ragged, his chest rose and fell deeply. As his body relaxed, his gaze returned to hers, both of them remaining silent. Unconsciously, she licked her lips and watched him come down from that high, breathing heavily herself for some reason. He was lying there, physically near perfection, his eyes inviting her over. He was hers for the taking, if she wanted him. And she wanted him, desperately.
But all her fear and doubts rushed in and she felt too vulnerable, too open to being hurt. Bucky had already hurt her today, so her trust in him, in herself, was shaken. What was she doing? She bent down, grabbed her clothes, and quickly threw on her shirt, balling up her bra in her hand. Walking to where his stuff was, she grabbed her phone that she came for.
"Wanda!" Bucky's call was almost a growl as he realized she meant to leave. He was struggling to get cleaned up and get his clothes on but she literally ran out of the door before he could stop her. And ran smack dab into Steve Rogers, almost knocking herself half-way back onto her ass. He caught her thankfully, grabbing her arms to steady her. Hitting him at that speed felt like running into a brick wall and she bit her tongue.
"Ow! Fuck! Steve! Fuck! You scared the shit out of me!" She spoke loud enough that hopefully Bucky would hear her and stay inside. While she wiped away the blood on her mouth from biting her tongue, Steve tilted his head and studied her with suspicion. She turned away for a moment to school her features into what she thought looked innocent or at least normal.
Laughing, he asked, "Are you okay?" She didn't trust herself to answer so she just nodded. "I came to talk to Bucky. I'm surprised you're out here so late. I thought I heard you in your room earlier."
Holding up the phone, Wanda explained, "I left my phone here and thought I should grab it. Just in case, you know? Bucky was asleep when I went in there."
"Steve?" Bucky said from behind her, making her jump. For a woman who can read minds without trying, she certainly wasn't very aware of her surroundings tonight. Turning slowly and seeing him in just jeans, she gave him a glare but resisted the urge to start beating on him for coming out after she just said he was asleep.
"I suppose he wasn't asleep," she muttered.
He gave her a cheeky grin, clearly enjoying making her squirm. After what she just did, she could understand why he'd want to. Bucky then attempted an innocent look, appearing about as innocent as she probably did a minute ago when she ran into Steve. If both of them were looking guilty she could only imagine what Steve thought. Actually, they were probably safe when it came to that. Steve rarely picked up on sexual tension between people unless Sam or Nat pointed it out to him. No matter about Steve, she couldn't pull her gaze away from Bucky and thinking about what had just happened. She stayed facing him, fearing that if Steve looked at her too long, she'd lose it. A blush seemed to be a permanent thing.
"Hey, Buck. If you're going to be up for a while, I was hoping to talk to you about something."
"You know me. I rarely sleep, at least not before early morning. Go on in. I'll be there in a minute," Bucky muttered. His gaze shifted between Steve and Wanda.
"Goodnight, Wanda," Steve said, gently squeezing her shoulder. She turned to face him and gave him a tired smile as she wished him goodnight.
She and Bucky were both quiet, waiting for Steve to go in the stables. As soon as he did, Wanda turned and began walking to the hotel. He came up behind her quickly and caught her in his arms. Turning her around with a nervous chuckle and a confused expression, he asked, "Don't you think we need to talk?"
She thought for a moment and responded, "About what?"
"About what?" He chuckled again, his confusion growing deeper. "About what just happened. I mean…"
"James, we don't need to have a discussion. It was pretty self-explanatory. Besides, I can read your mind." She forced out a laugh.
"Wanda, I don't understand you."
"Should I remind you that according to you, I would be better off with Steve, no matter what I wanted." She tried to ignore his hurt expression, but it cut her deeper than she liked. For a moment, she stood there holding his gaze, not knowing what to say or do, trying to maintain her anger when she just wanted to kiss and make up. He pulled her to him, resting his forehead against hers and grasping the back of her neck with his flesh hand. Placing her hands on his bare chest, she closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of him. Then she whispered his name. His lips touched hers, hot and demanding, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, needing to hold him, to just touch him. Her heart felt like it stopped as he kissed her. They fit together so well. His essence seemed to invade her, and she soaked up all the heat in his blood. It felt like even their cells meshed together. When he released her lips, they stood staring at one another again.
"You know you don't belong with him and you know I know it, too. You can't remind me you can read my mind and say something you know is completely false. Steve is like my brother. But you are… becoming my everything. You're always in my thoughts, Wanda, like no one ever before. I think I'd die if you left me. Surely you know that." Stroking her hair and tucking it behind her ear, he looked so sweet and vulnerable, which was nothing like what everyone else saw, except maybe Steve. But she doubted Bucky ever looked so tenderly at Steve.
"No, I didn't know. After what you said earlier, I assumed that was your way of letting me down easily." Even when she thought of Steve all of the time in the past, she had never felt so unsure and confused. Perhaps it was because he was just an infatuation for her. Even with her inexperience, she knew this was more than that.
"I wasn't letting you down easily. I was being a possessive jerk. I think it's because we can't be open about our relationship. And it's causing bad feelings on my part towards Steve and I hate myself for it. But I'm jealous because he can be that way with you and I can't."
"He can touch me in an innocent way. But you can…you're able to…I don't know. I don't feel the same way about him than I do you. You know that."
"I don't know whether to be humiliated or glad you just saw that," he admitted.
Wanda wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, "Well, I'm glad I saw it." She smiled softly before running her tongue across his lip. Bucky pulled her tight against him, bending her back to kiss her throat, forcing a moan from her. When he stopped, her eyes opened to find him staring intently into them.
"If you enjoyed it, then I'm glad you saw. I hope you know I was thinking of you. As I always do."
Wanda scrunched her nose at him. "I don't know what to say to that."
Bucky lowered his arms to around her hips and lifted her off the ground. She traced his lip with her finger. "I love your mouth," she whispered, lightly biting his lower lip before letting him kiss her, their tongues rubbing against the other. In between kisses she said, "I want you." His tongue once again moved deep into her mouth. "I need you."
"You have me. You know that right? I'm yours." He promised just staring into her eyes.
Wanda smiled and nodded. "But do you know you have me?"
"I'm slow but I think I finally realized that," he admitted. "But you have to keep reminding me; not verbally, body language will do."
"I don't want you to think I only want you for a piece of ass," she pointed out. "I heard you're not that kind of boy."
"I could be. For you."
After a few moments, she bit her lip and reminded him, "Steve is waiting for you. I know we need to talk but I don't think we can discuss it all in the time it takes for him to wonder what's taking you so long. I think you need to be around him now, when you are having these feelings against him. You need to remind yourself what your friendship means to you."
"You're right. He's going to be coming out here soon." He reluctantly lowered her to the ground. "But I don't care if he knows about us, Wanda. I really don't. And I don't really care if he approves. I just think you and I need to figure everything out between us first before we tell him. But you're right. I do need some time with him." He kissed her quickly, then smiled. "Sweet dreams, Red. Dream of me… and you…" Bucky raised his eyebrows at her with so much mischief in his baby blues it was hard to believe this man used to be a deadly assassin.
"Good night Bucky." She laughed as she walked toward the hotel.
The next day they couldn't get time alone, no matter what they tried. Wanda figured they'd talk after Steve left them alone. Both of them were in a much better mood after yesterday. Unfortunately, Wanda couldn't stop thinking about last night and what that meant for them. She wondered if he still wanted to wait.
"Stop it." Wanda smacked Bucky's shoulder before she started laughing. "Every time you try to clear your mind and think of nothing, you mess me up. I'm not reading your current thoughts, anyway. Only your past." Bucky kept sneaking and playing with the back of her leg or knee, which wasn't helping. This was their second hour doing this tonight, and she was alternating between being frustrated and hopeful. Still no sign of the Winter Soldier, thankfully, but she's just found a bunch of his memories that were so damaged, and she pieced them back together. Wanda wanted to give him a chance to take in the memories without Steve there.
Bucky smirked at Steve with a shrug before looking up at Wanda. "I don't want to think of something that I don't want you to know. Do you know how hard it is not to think of something bad when you're trying not to?"
Steve lay on the floor with his feet propped up on some boxes. Wanda suspected he'd fall asleep pretty soon. He didn't even open his eyes when he said, "Bucky, behave."
Walking over to Steve, Wanda bent over and when he opened his eyes, she said, "Steve, why don't you go inside? I'm almost finished anyway and there is no threat of the Winter Soldier making a visit. And your open boredom is more annoying than him clearing his mind. By the way, why don't you go do something about what or who you were just thinking about?" Shaking her head, she ignored his look of indignation. "Rogers, if you don't want me to know your thoughts, don't think so loudly. Especially when this one is trying not to think of anything."
"Goodnight, Buck. Be as much of a pain in the ass as you want," Steve said, shooting a look at Wanda. When he tried to open the door, she forced it shut. He just pushed harder. So typical. After a minute, she quickly stopped, and he went running outside on his next push. She laughed and didn't feel guilty at all. He knew she was holding the door. It's not like the door normally had red bands of energy wrapped around it. And it's not her fault that he was so stubborn.
After he slammed the door, Bucky pulled her into his lap and kissed her quickly. "Did you hear the way he told me to behave? I feel like a bad kid."
"That's because you are a bad kid."
Bucky lifted her up and carried her to where he slept last night. "You're the one who chooses to hang out with me so you must like bad guys." He kissed her over and over again until Wanda almost forgot what she needed to talk to him about. His mouth had the ability to make her forget everything. It was quite sinful. And when his hands got involved, she couldn't function. Last night must be lingering in his mind too because his hands were steadily moving under shirt. He finally came up for air and asked, "So, what was he thinking about?"
"Natasha, of course. But we can't talk about that now. I need to tell you something. I found some damaged areas with lots of memories and I was able to repair it. But…" She hesitated for a few moments when she saw the happiness in his eyes. "But memories aren't organized like a filing cabinet going from one year to the next like you live them. There's short term and long-term memories in everyone's mind but because of the damage HYDRA did, yours are so much more complicated."
"Wanda, when you start over-explaining things, you make me nervous. Just say it, please."
"Some of them are from before the war, some during the war including some that you might find disturbing, and some are from your time as the Winter Soldier. A couple of them is partially bad," she said in a rush then bit her lip. A few of the Winter Soldier ones had been pretty bad, but she had seen one or two of them in Siberia except the worst one.
Bucky looked away, processing the information. She had accidentally activated some bad memories once and shocked him, because she didn't even know to prepare him. That's when she realized he had bad memories mixed in with good, his and the Winter Soldier meshed together. She had thought the scientist had only wiped his past as Bucky Barnes, not his past as the Winter Soldier but she was quickly realizing that they just wiped memories without any care to what they were. Wanda put her hand on his chest and kissed him gently. "I'm sorry." There wasn't much she could say.
"Its fine. Maybe you need to stop worrying about whether they are bad or not. Everyone else has to deal with bad memories, why should I be any exception?" He attempted a laugh but couldn't manage it. "What do you need me to do?"
"Bucky, I worry because a lot of your bad memories aren't things you did, so it's not really fair. So you are the exception to that rule. I could try to separate the memories, if you give me some time…"
"No. You're sweet to want to try, but no, I don't want that. There are some times its better not to know, but I don't think it should be the go-to for you," he replied, then cradled her face in his hands before kissing her lovingly. Bucky knew how hard she tried to shield him but he didn't need to be. He lived through it.
"Just tell me when you're ready," she said, sitting up beside him.
"Ready as I'll ever be."
Wanda finished the final steps she needed to do. There was no way for her to let this come easily. It would hit all at once. Before she finished, she gave him a long, lingering kiss. She had no way of knowing how he'd react, having all those memories rushing in it once, both good and bad, and she really worried about the emotional effect it would have.
Bucky remained quiet, but the tension in his body was obvious. She gave him a few minutes to adjust, hoping that the good memories were enough to outweigh the bad. But she knew these were some pretty traumatic memories, including the experiments that Dr. Zola had performed before Steve rescued him. However, she knew the most devastating to him was the one of the Winter Soldier killing two children who happened to be with their parents in the car that he had forced off a cliff. The father had been a high-ranking military commander in Seoul. The kids had been collateral damage.
Wanda knew he needed time to process it, but while she chose to be alone to process things, that was because she constantly had a twin brother beside her. Maybe the fact that Bucky had been alone all the time meant affection and comfort from her was better than silently waiting. Putting her arm around him, she carded her fingers through his hair, occasionally kissing him on the cheek. Eventually, he turned into her embrace silently. She noticed every once in a while a hitch in his breathing and suspected he was attempting not to cry or not to scream; she wasn't sure. Her embrace got tighter when she'd feel the tension in his body increase. His vibranium hand clenched into a fist.
Unlike most men, Bucky wouldn't throw things or hit things when he was angry. She suspected it was either because he didn't want to lose control or his violent past made him want to do anything but that. But that also meant he internalized everything. Natasha had talked to him about meditating, but so much quiet made him too alert to relax.
His tension plateaued eventually, probably because he felt numb. So she gave him a long kiss and looked into his eyes. "Come inside. I'll make you something to eat. You can take a shower to relax and sleep inside. There's no reason for you to sleep out here. I'll stay with you if you want."
Despite his hesitation, she finally convinced him. Bucky didn't want to see anyone, so he went on to his room while she made something for him to eat. Her heart was breaking for him, but the only way she could fix it was to take the memory away, and she wouldn't ever manipulate his memories again. Giving them back was one thing. Taking them away was a violation she wouldn't use on him. So she'd have to just give him TLC while he managed his feelings.
She gathered the food she made for him and drinks for both of them, making sure to grab junk food she knew he liked. Rushing in the hopes of avoiding Steve, since this was his usual midnight snack time, Wanda went to her room and used the adjourning door to go into Bucky's room. He lay on the bed with a towel wrapped around his waist and wet hair. He looked so sensual, but sadly it wasn't the time. The room still had steam from the shower hanging in the air. He seemed so dazed, barely picking at the food and still not talking. She imagined him going through the memories one by one but, returning to the one with the kids. Or the one with the medical testing. Eventually he quit playing with his food and set it aside, stretching out more on the bed, pulling the sheet over himself.
"Do you want me to stay?" she asked. He looked at her for a long moment before nodding and turning out the light and pulling her into his arms. Wanda kissed him a couple of times but then just let him hold her. Eventually falling asleep, he must have been exhausted by his emotions since he rarely slept long.
Wanda kicked off her shoes and attempted to fall asleep herself but couldn't get her brain to settle down. If she didn't find the codes in the next two or three days, she needed to take a break. Her emotions and temper were being affected by all of this and she worried it caused Bucky added stress when she didn't find anything. She knew the bad memories were stressful to him. If she could just find the damn programming, she could work on his good memories more gradually. But for now, she wasn't going to work on his memories until they both had a break. Her main intention now was to find that damn Winter Soldier and eliminate him completely.
She must have drifted off because she woke to Bucky having a nightmare. It was a bad one too. Sitting up, Wanda attempted to sooth him without waking him up but even her magic wasn't helping. He seemed to be getting more distressed, so she finally woke him. He sat up panting and wiping at the sweat covering him. She went to get him a glass of water.
"Sorry," he muttered, taking the water from her and downing it quickly. "I haven't had any when you're around before."
"Why on earth would you apologize?" She climbed back on the bed on her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck. "What you're going through would break most men."
"I'm going though it because of what I did. I'm a monster," he scoffed. "I deserve every bit of this hell."
"Don't you dare. You weren't in control of your actions. Don't ever think you're a monster," Wanda replied, forcefully. He didn't argue with her, but she suspected he felt like she was just placating him. Once he cooled off and stopped breathing heavily, he laid back down. She bent down and kissed him. "James, I could fix this pain for you if I suppress the worst memories. But I don't think you'd want that so I won't push it. At least, please let me comfort you."
"You are comforting me, just being here. I've never had anyone to comfort me before and you've been wonderful throughout everything. Even seeing the worst of my memories, you manage to still care for me," he replied. Kissing her he wrapped his arm around her waist and held her tightly. When he stopped kissing her, they both just looked at each other intently. Wanda trailed her fingers down his cheek and jaw, then ran her thumb over his bottom lip.
Wanda just went with her impulse and slid off the bed. He watched her as she eased out of her pants then slowly removed her shirt and bra. He rolled on his side, his face a mixture of desire, surprise and concern. When she slid off her thong, she crawled back into bed with him.
"Wanda, are you sure?" he asked before kissing her passionately, his hand caressing her breast.
"Do you truly not know?" she asked and when his eyes met her gaze, she said her voice thick with tears, "James, I love you. I don't know when it happened. I think I tried to deny it for a while but that doesn't really matter. I don't care about your past because I'm in love with the man you are now. So, there is no need to wait."
"I feel like if I say it now when you're lying here naked, you might suspect I'm not sincere. But when I called you my girl, I knew then I was in love with you, despite almost messing it up the very next day. After a century, I'm in love for the first time. And at times, it terrifies me," he said with a slight smile.
Wanda kissed him deeply as she reached under the covers and pulled his towel off, leaving the two of them completely nude and entangled. Bucky caressed one of her breasts with his flesh hand before he lowered his mouth to the other nipple. She gasped when he lightly grazed her with his teeth. Alternating between her breasts, he wrapped his arm around her back, drawing her in closer.
Lifting his head, he whispered, "God, you're so beautiful," before kissing and sucking on her neck. He wasn't careful about leaving bruises, he was too caught up in desire. But she didn't care. Lifting her leg to rest on his hip, he then moved his hand between her legs. He moaned when he felt how wet she was. "Is this for me?" he teased.
"Only you," she replied with a moan, feeling his fingers moving lightly through her wet heat. They were both breathing heavy now. Wanda lowered her hand to move under the sheet, then asked, "But do you have something for me?" Bucky closed his eyes when he felt her wrap her hand around his hard cock. He bit his lip and moaned softly as she stroked him slowly. They continued to kiss passionately as the explored each other's bodies.
Wanda eventually slipped out of his grasp and glided down his body, exploring his chest with her mouth, biting his nipples and tracing the lines of his abs with her tongue. Her hair trailed on his skin as she placed hot, open-mouth kisses on his belly and flicked her tongue down his dark 'happy trail'. Bucky's breathing grew deeper, the lower she moved.
Wanda had given one blowjob in her life and she was pretty sure it was no good. But she felt the need to touch him everywhere with her hands and mouth, so she intended to try at least. Up close and personal, she almost backed out of it. He was much larger than he appeared to be last night, and she didn't know if she could handle it. But since she intended to do this for the rest of her life with him, she should get used to it. And despite being intimidated, she still wanted him in every way.
Bucky moaned her name and inhaled a deep breath, holding it. Pushing the covers off him completely, she stroked him, raising her gaze to his. Running her tongue along the shaft caused an instant positive reaction from him, so she continued doing it until he was completely wet and easier to take in her mouth. She was tentative and probably had no style, but he seemed to enjoy what she was doing and she decided practice was the best teacher. She couldn't even take half of him in her mouth, so she stroked what she couldn't. Wanda always thought this would be gross, but she kind of liked it with Bucky, mainly because of sounds he was making.
Establishing a rhythm, she judged what he liked by the noises and movements he made. She saw that he clutched the sheets with his metal hand and his flesh hand lowered to tangle in her hair. He wasn't forceful at all, but he lightly pressured her head, causing her to move faster. Every once in a while, she'd lick him all over again. Eventually, he began lifting his hips, thrusting into her mouth, and his moans were getting louder, so she sucked harder. She'd pull him out only to run her tongue around the head before sucking it back between her lips.
Bucky must have reached his breaking point because he sat up and grasped her under her arms to lift her up, kissing her deeply as he did so. He went to lay her on her back but she stopped him, instead she straddled him. His eyes brightened as he guided her to sit on his cock. He almost stopped her out of concern when he saw her flinch in pain but she caught his hands, guiding them to her breasts instead. It took her some time to take him fully and it hurt some, but nothing she couldn't bear. Giving herself time to adjust, she leaned down to kiss him.
"God, you feel amazing," he muttered before kissing her aggressively. He lowered his hands to her hips, guiding her to ride him slowly. He watched her face for any pain but she quickly only had pleasure in her eyes. Having her tight wet heat wrapped around him felt incredible. And the sounds she made went straight to his cock.
"Tell me if I'm too rough," he said, clutching her leg. Wanda brought his hand to her mouth and sucked each finger. She knew he always tried to avoid touching her with his metal hand but it was part of him as well. She brought it to her breast, hoping he'd realize what she was saying.
Bucky thought she looked so mesmerizing like she was now with her eyes closed and her head back, her red hair spilling down onto her breast on one side. Her skin was so soft, he couldn't stop touching her. And she loved him. Despite everything he'd done, she loved him.
After a while, he rolled her onto her back and slid down between her legs.
Ayo had been a very instructive lover, understanding the reasons for his lack of experience. And this had been one thing she stressed he needed to learn to do well. Kissing Wanda on the inside of her knee, he ran his tongue up her leg before placing it over his shoulder. She watched him with feral eyes and Bucky wanted nothing more than to drive her wilder. He spread her open and gave her a long swipe of his tongue. Her leg muscles tightened and she moaned his name. As he continued to lick and suck on her, she squirmed beneath him. He moved her other leg over his shoulders and he thrust his tongue deep inside her. When he sucked on her clit, her hand tangled in his hair and she cried out. Bucky noticed an unusual feeling and realized her body was emitting that familiar red glow. As soon as he was sure it wasn't going to hurt him, he continued to pleasure her. He slid two fingers into her, curling them up until he hit the spot that caused a deep groan from her as she arched up to him. The red energy pulsed over her legs and her pussy. When she settled down, he moved quickly to sink himself into her.
Wanda clutched him to her and whispered, "Why haven't we been doing this all along?" A moan escaped her and her eyes fluttered shut. "You feel so good. Can we just hide here until we need food? Although that's only two to three hours for you."
He chuckled under his breath, kissing her deeply, his tongue mimicking his thrusts. He knew he was so close after almost succumbing to it twice already. But he wanted to make her come again before he did. He noticed she had tears in her eyes and he stopped. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she said with a laugh. "Nothing at all. Everything's perfect. It's just a little overwhelming. This feels so good and I love you. I can't believe how much I already love you, James." She caressed his face and he kissed her forehead, eyelids, and cheeks before kissing her mouth. His hips began moving again and he pulled her leg up to his hip, then he stroked back her hair and simply watched her. His chest felt tight. Like her he felt emotional but also his body screamed for release. It wasn't long before she cried out his name. Wrapping her other leg around his waist, tightening around him as she arched up, she shattered completely. She whimpered and clung to his sweat soaked back. Once again he felt the tingling of her energy but this time he was inside her and it made him come with her so intensely he could barely breathe, moaning as he sucked on her neck.
Afterwards, he collapsed on the bed, moving off her partially so he didn't crush her. He was still half hard and lazily thrust into her while he ran his thumb along her jaw before leaning over and kissing her for a long time in between the two of them trying to catch their breath. Finally, he released her lips and said, "Wanda Maximoff, I love you. But I do hope you realize that since I wanted to wait and you just seduced me, you have to make an honest man of me."
She giggled and pointed out, "Yes, you seemed so reluctant. I assume that since we did it that we can keep doing it and not going back to waiting," she ran her hand down his chest and over his rippling abs. "God, for an old man, you have the perfect body."
"I'm missing an arm," he pointed out with a smile. With his real hand, he caressed her breast, circling the nipple with his thumb.
"I think it grew back between your legs," she said before laughing out loud. When she quieted, she said, "I have little experience with men, So, if I do something wrong, tell me. Like that was only the second blowjob I've given and I…"
Bucky couldn't believe how insecure she still was when he thought she was amazing. He pulled her chin up so he could look in her eyes. "Hey, beautiful, you did everything exactly how I like it. I don't have much experience either. I was a virgin until two years ago." He couldn't help but laugh. Pulling her into his arms, he tightened them around her. "But I plan to make up for lost time. You're probably going to get sick of me."
Suddenly, he remembered why he'd been upset in the first place, and it hit him like cold water thrown into his face. But he pushed it out of his mind as much as possible for now. He lay in bed, holding the love of his life, so he couldn't let himself be overwhelmed with his past.
"Did you notice your powers activated, is that the right word? You had the red energy all over you," he asked and her gaze flew to him. Realizing she was starting to panic, he quickly added, "It didn't hurt me. It actually felt really good, like the first time you showed me how you could control the feeling of the energy. Except in more sensitive areas."
Relaxing again, Wanda explained, "I didn't control that, though. It's scary to think it could have hurt you in some rather sensitive places."
"One day you're going to have to explain more about your power, like the source."
Quiet for a long time, Wanda eventually lifted her head and said, "We didn't use any birth control. I'm sorry, I should have thought of that and I'm not on the pill."
Bucky thought for a minute and shook his head, replying, "I'm a hundred years old. I doubt that is a problem."
A big smile lit up her face. "Sweetie, do you know what they do with sperm donations?"
"I have no idea. Hell, I didn't even know men donated sperm. That could have been helpful information when I needed money in Romania," Bucky admitted and chuckled. "But I have a feeling this question is leading to something shocking."
"They keep it in cryo-storage. Much like you were, my love. You're probably as fertile now as you were in 1943. Of course, I'm not sure. I doubt there haven't been a lot of studies of the potency of one hundred -year-old super soldiers' sperm, but you'd have to ask Steve," she said with a smile.
Bucky assumed his days of making children were long gone. Children and a wife seemed like a dream to him only months ago, but now it might be a possibility. Wanda always said she wanted children and a family with a home and some land. "Would it be so bad if you did get pregnant?" he asked hesitantly. "I mean, you're young and may not be ready so, of course, I would do whatever I need to for birth control. But you want a family and I'd love to give you one. If this is rushing it…"
"No, not rushing. Its not like we'd be actively trying to get me pregnant. We'd just let fate decide, right?" She caressed his face and gave him some light kisses. "And I'd love to have your children."
"I don't know. Maybe we should probably wait after all," Bucky said reluctantly. "At least, until the Winter Soldier is gone." Even saying that name changed the mood in the room. Wanda rested her head on his chest with a sigh and he said, "It's really late. You should probably get some sleep."
"James," she said, sitting up. "Don't think about that. Don't let him steal anymore happiness from you now. Besides, that period of your life will be over soon. Do you trust me to fix it?"
"It will never be over," he said running his hand through his hair. "Yes. I trust you Wanda but you've said many times you've never done something like this before. It wouldn't be your fault, at all."
"If I can't find a way, we'll find some other way. You know Steve won't give up on this either." When he remained silent, she said quietly, "Please, Bucky. Don't give up on me. I have been wanting to help you for years. You have to give me some more time."
As much as Bucky wanted to get rid of the Winter Soldier, now he felt like it was even more important because of her future being tied to it as well but he felt awful that all of this was landing on her. "I will if you promise me that if it starts being too much, you'll stop. I can't let this destroy your life too."
"If I don't do it, it will destroy my life anyway," she replied before climbing on top of him and leaning down to kiss him. "I will rid you of him so we can do the disgusting love stuff like a big wedding, a house with a white picket fence, and six kids."
"A big wedding? I think we know less than twenty people between us. And six kids?" he said, unable to resist laughing. "That's oddly specific. How about two?"
"Three? Two boys and a girl," she replied, leaning down to trace his ear with her tongue before biting his earlobe.
"Three, but two girls and a boy." He grabbed her hips. He wanted her again. "But we need to practice making them."
Sighing loudly, she sat up and gave him an annoyed expression. "God, you're so needy." As she laughed, he flipped her onto her back and bit her stomach gently. He wasn't expecting her to flip her legs up over his shoulders and knock him over.
"Oh, you want to play?" They wrestled for a few minutes but after they almost fell off the bed, he was concerned they'd end up breaking things, being loud, or someone would get hurt, especially since they were naked. He grabbed her arm and pulled her so she rolled onto her stomach with him holding her arm behind her. Slapping her ass, he chuckled, because she had a bright red mark on her butt now. 'Damn, she had a great ass too,' he thought as he leaned down and bit the other cheek.
"When did you become such a biter?" she exclaimed, trying to pull her arm away. Finally, she flicked some energy in his direction, which hit his inner thigh. "Let me go or I aim to the left."
"Not if you want children, you won't," he retorted, but moved so he straddled her legs and began kissing down her spine. "By the way, how tired are you now?"