Chapter 7

Bucky pulled his shirt over his head, did he always have that many muscles? His hair was mussed, eyes dark and intense. He grabbed the back of Lizzy's head and pulled her towards him. He kissed her like she was a river and he was a man dying of thirst. He pulled away just long enough to get her shirt over her head and kissed her again, pushing her towards the bed. Her legs hit the back of the bed and she fell over grabbing his shoulders and taking him with her. He supported his weight on his arms and started kissing her down her neck, lower onto her breasts, her belly, to the seam of her pants. He pulled her pants and panties down, spread her legs and dipped his head towards her-

Lizzy jolted up with a gasp. She was bathed in sweat; her sheets were a mess. This had been going on for the last week. Ever since that damned party. How did this happen? She was supposed to mess with his head not her own. She couldn't stop thinking about the way he looked at her when she was grinding on his lap. Like a predator. She could tell he was using every ounce of self-control he possessed not to pounce on her. He would dominate her in bed, overpower her, torture her in the sweetest way- NO, this was all Tony's fault. His goddamn party and his goddamn alcohol and his goddamn dare. Why couldn't she just have backed down, this once? Now she was lying in bed wishing she was one of many notches on Barnes' bedpost. How pathetic. She was hot and uncomfortable- wet from her dream; but she didn't bother trying to satisfy herself, it wasn't working. Every time she tried she only made it worse.

Several hours later, Natasha had her twisted in some unnatural position in the gym. Yoga was supposed to be calming but it was hard to be calm when a certain super soldier was sparring in the boxing ring right across from her. His biceps were gleaming with sweat, she wanted to lick them- fuck, stop that. She turned away only to see Natasha smirking at her.

"Don't."

"I didn't say anything."

"Well you're thinking something and I'm telling to stop thinking things."

"Why don't you just go ask Bucky out?" Lizzy actually laughed out loud, she heard a smack in front of her where Steve had knocked Barnes on his ass. "I'm not kidding," Nat deadpanned, "the two of you have been doing your little middle school love/hate thing for almost a year but this last week has become intolerable, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife."

"We DO NOT have a love/hate thing and I don't know what you're talking about, there is no sexual tension."

"You two are so deep in denial, it would be funny if it weren't so annoying. Fine, let's pretend you aren't wishing you were fucking Barnes' brains out right now, what is your problem?"

"Nothing is my problem, I don't have a problem."

"Then why have you been so distracted lately? You look like you haven't slept in a week."

That's because I haven't slept in a week, Lizzy thought. "I need to get laid."

"I'm sure Barnes is available," there goes that trademark Romanov smirk. When Lizzy rolled her eyes she continued, "fine, if not Barnes then we need to find you someone and quickly, you're driving me insane."

"Okay well what do you suggest?"

"Simple, we're going out tonight."