Chapter 13

Matt looked very handsome in his suit. He held out his arm for her to take as they walked into the ballroom. Everything was beautiful; of course it was beautiful, Pepper planned it. Lizzy congratulated her on the gala's success, the room was packed and Lizzy could already tell they would raise enough money to build a new pediatric wing of that rural hospital (those were "the children" Tony was talking about). Tony and Pepper looked like the power couple they were, Lizzy wanted to be them when she grew up. They left them to greet the rest of their guests and went to meet the rest of the team. Everyone was dressed to impress. Even Bruce was wearing a very nice suit, he looked like a professor, it was very cute.

Lizzy tried to be subtle when she scanned the room to look for Barnes. She found him standing in a corner of the room and her heart stopped for a beat. He looked gorgeous. He was wearing a black tuxedo, it looked like it was made just for him (maybe it was?) and his eyes were somehow bluer than usual. He had shaved and combed his hair and if it weren't for the frown he was wearing, he would be absolutely perfect. She looked away before anyone noticed her staring, though Natasha definitely caught her, nothing got past her.

Matt asked her to dance and Lizzy eagerly accepted. A slow song came on, some familiar tune that Lizzy couldn't quite place. Matt told her she looked beautiful, she blushed and thanked him. They talked and joked like always, then Matt leaned in and kissed her. It was quick, the kiss, and when he pulled back Lizzy gave him a small smile.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Bucky approaching them. He seemed angry, and she hoped he would just walk past them and not make a scene. To her dismay he stopped right in front of them.

"Can I talk to you?" he addressed her, "it's important."

"What is it about?" she asked.

"It's classified, Avengers business," he said shortly, not even sparing Matt a glance.

As much as she wanted to bite out some witty response, Lizzy could see his eye twitching and thought it would be best to avoid a scene. She gave him a small nod. Barnes grabbed her by the elbow, pulling her behind him. He wasn't rough, just held her steady enough that she was sure to follow him through the crowd. He led her outside the ballroom and across the lobby. There was an empty office where Bucky guided her and locked the door behind them.

"What's this about Barnes?"

Bucky didn't respond, instead he crashed his lips on hers, pulling her flush against him. This time it was Lizzy's turn to be surprised. Her mouth dropped open in shock and Bucky took the opportunity to taste her with his tongue. She was frozen; and then she wasn't. Lizzy put her arms around his neck and pulled him impossibly close to her. She kissed him back fervently. Bucky's hands started to roam, down her sides to squeeze her ass, one hand moved back up to cup her breast. Lizzy gasped then let out a small moan. That seemed to be all the encouragement Bucky needed before picking her up and walking her over to the couch. He sat down and pulled her up on his lap so she was straddling him. He slid her dress down her shoulders and undid her bra. From this angle, he felt a strange sense of déjà vu, a flashback to the night of the party when she lay back and gave him a full view of her bare torso. Now, however, Bucky was in charge. He kissed down the column of her neck, nipping her collarbone then he closed his mouth over one of her nipples and sucked. The moan she let out was pornographic. His metal arm traveled downward, cupping her sex through her dress.

"Bucky" she moaned. He teased her, moving his hand and giving her friction, but not enough, not nearly enough. "Bucky please I swear to god-"

"Swear what doll? What do you want, just ask."

She wasn't going to give in so easily. She wasn't going to beg- at least not yet. She slid her hand down and grabbed his erection through his pants. He stifled a groan and then flipped them over so that he was on top.

"Why are you so damn stubborn," he growled. She didn't respond, just kept palming him through his pants. Bucky had enough, he grabbed both her wrists in one hand and pulled them over her head. He placed a knee between her legs and slid his hand back down, rubbing small, torturous circles. She tried to grind herself against his hand, she needed him to move faster, needed more friction.

"Beg," he said.

She clenched her jaw, "no." She squirmed in his grasp, trying to get free so that she could torture him the way he was torturing her. He pressed his hand against her and rubbed her clit, just for a moment, and she moaned. She was desperate, but she wouldn't tell him that, wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"Come on doll, just give in," he whispered in her ear. "Just tell me what you want and I'll give you everything."

She held out as long as she could, she really did, but by now it was intolerable. "Fine," she said through clenched teeth, "please Bucky Barnes, please touch me."

"I am touching you doll." Motherfucker.

"I need you to fuck me, I need you to put your face between my legs, I need you now."

Bucky smirked, "was that so hard?"

"Yes," she said petulantly, Bucky laughed.

"Your wish is my command doll."

Bucky let go of her hands and slid her dress completely off, he took a moment to appreciate her laid out before him, just like he'd imagined so many times over the last few weeks. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. Then he got to work, sliding down her body and placing himself between her legs. He gave her small kisses up her inner thighs, she groaned impatiently, he chuckled. Then, he gave her what she wanted, he kissed her, closed his mouth around her clit and sucked. "God, you taste good," he said huskily. She was too busy cursing to hear him. She swore like a sailor; Bucky loved it. He kept going, devouring her. He slid a finger into her and pumped, fucking her slowly before picking up speed. Her back arched but he used his other arm to pin her hips down. "Oh my god, Bucky, oh god Bucky, I'm gonna-"she didn't finish her sentence, but unlike his dreams he didn't wake up frustrated and alone, she finished with a strangled cry. He could feel her clench around his fingers.

Bucky pulled away, his mouth was wet and he was grinning like a fool. He kissed her, pulling her close. He was still fully clothed, he needed to fix that. He rid himself of his clothes as fast as he could but never stopped touching her, afraid that if he let go she would disappear like in his dreams. When he was done he lay back on top of her, he took a moment to look into her eyes, brown. She stared back intensely.

"Is this okay?" he asked as he held himself at her entrance.

"Yes," she whispered.

He pushed inside her, they both moaned as he filled her. She was perfect, better than his dreams. He tried to control himself, tried to stay cool but she started to move and his last bit of control snapped. He fucked her properly, whispering curses and praise into her ear. She was barely listening, she had never felt so complete, so perfectly happy. He was better than she dreamed, how could that be? They stayed together for what felt like an eternity and only a moment at the same time. She came around him and he followed her, nothing had ever felt so good. He pulled away just far enough to look into her eyes, awestruck.

Then, like a scratched record, their moment was broken when someone started jiggling the door handle. "Why is this door locked?!" an older woman demanded. They jumped up and dressed quickly. When the woman walked away to find a key, Bucky pulled Lizzy in for one last kiss and then they left the room and walked back into the ballroom, everyone else oblivious to what had just happened between them. As they walked back over to their friends, all they could think was "what the hell happens now?"