The third one-shot of the series. A bit of a teaser if you will…also there's some adult content in it. Not enough to really warrant a warning, but I'm paranoid and like to cover my bases with things.

"Nightmares and Bad Timing"

May 1944

"Oh yeah…right there…that's it, just like that, baby," Bucky hissed into the night.

The Commandos had just made camp for the evening a few hours before, after another successful mission…and Bucky was trying to keep as quiet as possible.

Steve was currently on watch…and Bucky's visitor was currently nestled between his legs, carefully hidden under the covers of his bedroll.

Bucky moaned in pleasure as she continued her work, as he kept whispering, "So close…keep going baby…"

Unfortunately, as things progressed, Bucky didn't realize how loud he was getting.

"Almost there…so close—"

"Hey Buck, you okay in here?" Steve's voice asked, and suddenly his friend was barging into the tent, lighting a lantern as he closed the flaps behind him.

With a yell Bucky yanked the cover of his bedroll higher on his chest – even though he was still fully clothed in his uniform, "Jesus Christ Steven! Give a man a little warning before you barge in, would you?"

Steve's brows went up as he cocked his head, "Sorry Buck…I just…I heard you moaning, and I wanted to make sure you're okay."

Bucky could feel his companion trembling, and knew she was laughing at him as he gave a sigh, "Yes Steve…I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You look a little flushed—"

"Trust me Steve, I'm okay."

"Okay…I just got a little worried is all," Steve said, with a concerned frown on his face. "Like I said…you were moaning really loudly."

"Oh that…um…it was a nightmare," Bucky stammered, "Horrible, horrible…probably a good thing you came when you did, really, it was that bad of a nightmare!" He almost screeched the last word, nearly jumping out of his skin as a pair of hands squeezed at his thighs.

Steve's eyebrows went up again, and he eyed him carefully, "A nightmare."

"Yes, Steve," Bucky assured him. "Trust me, I'm fine."

"Okay…well…if you're sure…"

Bucky gave Steve a small smile, "I'm okay pal…now get back to work and let me get my beauty sleep."

"Hate to break it to you Buck, but no amount of sleep is gonna fix that ugly mug of yours," Steve said with a small smirk as he turned to leave.

"Punk!"

"Jerk," Steve threw back at him as he turned out the light and left the tent.

Bucky waited a few moments until he was sure Steve as out of earshot, before throwing back the covers, "Way to almost blow it, Cassidy!"

Case crawled up his body, folding her arms across his chest and smirked, "Hey, I tried…Steve's the one that interrupted."

"I meant about getting caught…did you really need to do that?"

"You were laying it on a bit thick with the nightmare excuse," Case rolled her eyes. "Besides…never knew you had ticklish thighs, Buck."

"Yeah well, now you do," Bucky scowled with a squirm. "And I'd prefer it if you forgot as well."

"Nah, I think I'll hang on to that one for a bit," Case chuckled, "You never know when it may come in handy."

"I just hope you understand there would be consequences if you used that."

"I'll take my chances," Case shrugged it off. She lifted herself up, so she was braced above him with her forearms, "Now…do we call it a night, or do you think you can keep quiet enough for me to finish what I started?"

Bucky trembled slightly with nerves as he tried to relax into the dark purple sheets.

He was in Case's bedroom in her apartment in Washington DC. It was a cozy little room with white walls, with small tables on each side of her bed which held lamps that gave off a soft orange glow. She had a desk in the right corner across from the bed where her laptop sat next to a large window, her closet door to the left of it tightly closed.

Case had this thing with closets…had since she was a kid, although some of her newer quirks with closets Bucky had to admit was inadvertently his fault…

"Are you sure about this?" Case asked him for the hundredth time, shaking him out of his thoughts.

"Isn't that supposed to be my line for you?" Bucky asked.

"Bucky," Case said pointedly. "You know I'm not gonna hurt you, right?"

"I dunno…you did say you haven't done this since the War—" He ended the sentence with a yelp as Case squeezed his thighs, "Fuck, Case…don't do that!"

"James…do you want a blow job or not?"

"I do," Bucky nodded. "Just…haven't…not since…"

"We can wait if you want—"

"Hey, it's my birthday—" they both looked toward the window and noticed the sun creeping through the blinds, "Okay, morning after…but still, I want this."

"Alright," Case gave him a small smile, and pressed a kiss to his lips, "Your wish is my command."

Case disappeared underneath a cerulean blue comforter covered in gold stars and moons. Bucky gave a sigh of pleasure as her mouth closed around him, his eyes practically rolling back into his head.

He let out a moan as a pounding noise could be heard.

"Hey Case! You in there?" they could hear Steve yell.

Case's mouth disappeared, and she crawled back out of the blankets, this time rolling to Bucky's side as she pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"How the hell does that punk keep doing that?" Bucky groaned, throwing his right arm over his eyes. "And what the hell is he doing here?"

"Keep your voice down, and stay in here," Case said, as the knocking started again. She left the bed and grabbed her iPod from the nightstand, winking at him as she plugged the buds into her ears. She turned toward the door, swaying her hips as she started to sing, "Oh every night, and every day. A little piece of you is falling away. But lift your face, the Western way, baby. Build your muscles as your body decays."

"Silverfox hated when you did that," Bucky said quietly.

"That's because she hated Queen," Case said as she paused at the door. "But there's only so many times I can sing 'If I Could Turn Back Time' before I completely lost it."

Bucky frowned thoughtfully and sat up until he was propped up on his elbows, "It's a little on the nose, don't you think?"

"Hey even I need a good cry now and then," Case rolled her eyes. "Now if you'll excuse me…I have to rinse and spit before answering…" She winced as Steve pounded on the door one more time. "That…"

Bucky gave a sigh and stared up at the ceiling as Case closed the door behind her. Her voice drifted through the wall, though, and he could hear her singing, "Toe their line and play their game…yeah let the anesthetic cover it all. 'Till one day they call your name…you know it's time for the hammer to fall."