Chapter 5
After a few minutes, everyone calmed down and the party resumed. Lizzy was chatting with Nat and Wanda, who were teasing her about kissing Bucky. Lizzy took it with a sense of humor, it was worth it to see the stupid look on his face; and if it was the best kiss she had ever had, no one had to know that.
Bucky tried not to stare, he really tried not to stare, so he focused instead on talking to Steve and Vision (who were the only people in the room who would talk to him without making as many jokes at his expense as they could come up with) and avoiding Bethany, who had stomped away somewhere a few minutes ago and hadn't come back yet. He was sure he would get an earful from her once they were alone.
"Hey Manchurian Candidate, did you enjoy your dance?"
"Shut up Tony," he bit back.
"Oh come on you can't tell me you didn't enjoy it, I'm pretty sure you were the envy of the room."
Bucky walked away before he punched Tony in the face and headed to the elevator. Beatrice was standing next to the elevator bank and he pulled her in behind him. As soon as the doors shut he slammed her against the wall and kissed her like his life depended on it. He felt like he would burst if he didn't have sex with her that very minute. She let out an exaggerated moan, pleased that Bucky wanted her and not that uppity whore upstairs. They made it to his bedroom somehow and Bucky threw her on his bed and practically ripped her clothes off. His own clothes followed quickly and he climbed on top of her. He wasn't concerned about her pleasure in this moment, all he needed was a release and he needed it now. He slid into her without preamble, fucking into her hard and fast. She whimpered a bit but then seemed to adjust and began to moan, although Bucky wasn't sure (and didn't care) if she was faking it or not. He was desperate, he began to curse and groan and as he came he moaned "Lizzy!"
He rolled off Billy and laid on his back, finally sated. It took him a moment to hear Bellany's stomping and angry shouting.
"What was that?" he asked.
"You called me Lizzy, Bucky! How could you? I thought we meant something," she was marching around his room, picking up her clothes and dressing hurriedly.
"Oh come on Doll, I didn't mean it," he said with a groan.
"What's my name?!" She shouted.
"What?" he blinked stupidly.
"What's my name? You always call me doll, do you even know my name?!"
He thought for a moment, running over the last couple weeks, "of course I know your name, I love you Becky."
"IT'S BETSY!" she roared.
He shrugged, he was done with this, "sorry Betsy, maybe we should take a break."
"Are you breaking up with me?!"
"I guess so," he replied. She gave an angry yell and stomped away, slamming the door behind her. Bucky figured she'd find her way home somehow, he lay back and immediately drifted off to sleep.