Hello, my loves! I decided to update again this week! I loved this chapter (though I have a feeling some of you might wanna come after me for it) and I thought I'd share it because your kind reviews were so encouraging. Like I have said many times, they make such a difference and definitely inspire me.
Trigger Warning: Some slight gore, and mentions of alcoholism. Also like some of the other previous chapters, this one is beginning to get some serious adult themes. It 100% has begun to earn its "M" rating. I'll try to keep it classy though.
Chapter XXIV
After Lucy, Bucky, and Dugan drove back from Tønsberg, everyone could tell Lucy was pissed from the moment she got out of the car. Her mission had been a failure. She had put people's lives in danger, and for what?
"What happened?" Lee Miller demanded to know, watching as Lucy slammed the car door and went to the trunk to grab Otto, who was tied up in the back.
"Rise and shine!" She angrily hissed after she popped the trunk open and grabbed Otto by the collar of his shirt and yanked him out of the back and onto the ground.
"Lucy, I think we need to figure out what we're going to do first." Bucky tried to reason with her as he looked at the man who was on the dirty ground, tied up and cowering. He saw the rage behind her eyes and knew that she wasn't herself anymore.
"I know what we're going to do first," She sneered and then whipped her gun out, making Bucky quickly react.
"Woah, woah, slow down pige! We shouldn't shoot him just yet!" Bucky quickly intervened.
Lucy shot him a look which suggested she knew what she was doing. Bucky quickly backed off, realizing Lucy wasn't going to kill him. He didn't want to test her in that moment either, not knowing how she would react.
"You're going to tell me what I want to know now," Lucy stuck the head of her gun to Otto's knee, "Or I'm going to put a bullet in your kneecap. When and where is Schmidt holding the auction?"
The man smirked, "This is a cute charade. But you don't have the guts to do what you need to."
She gave him a small smile, almost to suggest that he was right. When suddenly she aimed her gun and pulled the trigger. Otto began to scream after Lucy shot him directly in the knee. The echoing bang of the shot fired cracked through the forest and Bucky's mouth dropped open when he saw the blood flowing out of the man's leg. It gushed out like a stream, following onto the dirt in thick red ribbons.
She actually did it. Otto continued to scream and roll around on the ground in agony but Lucy didn't even flinch. Bucky was positive she would have thrown up or screamed in any other circumstances; given the fact that's what he wanted to do. But instead, she stayed serious. Flecks of blood sprayed her cheek in little red dots He couldn't believe she shot a man. Something in her from before had changed, and Bucky knew that there was something in all of them that was brought out from suffering too much in the war. Every person he knew had experienced it at some point. He only wished he had been able to protect Lucy from that.
"I'm not gonna ask again!" She yelled. Something in her snapped. Seeing the destruction of the town and the way people suffered instilled hate deep into Lucy. And she would do everything in her power to keep them from winning the war. "Where the hell is Schmidt going to be?"
"H-he he's going to be in South Norway, the-the Sigegarsson Castle. It has a very strict guest list. You won't be able to get in!" The driver stuttered from fear after seeing that Otto had gotten a bullet in his kneecap for merely only sassing Lucy.
"There," Lucy smiled sweetly, "Was that so hard, asshole?" She kicked his other leg, making him scream even more as he tried to stop the bleeding. "When is it happening?" She then demanded.
"In two days!" The man yelled through gritted teeth. Blood continued to profusely spill out of his wound. Lucy nodded and then looked at Dugan and Bucky, both of them still in shock from her anger and her aggression.
"We need to be there," She only stated simply.
Dugan could only nod and Lucy wiped away from blood that had splattered onto her cheek from when she had shot Otto. It left a smeared a light pink stain on her porcelain skin.
"Someone umm…" Lucy looked down at the mess she caused and felt her stomach flip in horror, "Help him. I-I need a minute." Lucy breathed out shakily and then turned to go walking off-road and into the forest to be alone.
Dugan and Bucky only looked at each other in shock as Gabe Jones rushed to help the man who was bleeding on the ground.
"You best go after her," Dugan only spoke to Bucky.
Bucky frowned and looked back at the man. He wondered why Dugan continuously told Bucky that he had to be the one to help her.
"Why me?" If Bucky was being honest, he was still scared that at any minute everything would end. That the feelings they had for one another was an illusion and he would cross a line with her, and just like that, they would go back to hating each other again.
"Because she trusts you the most," Dugan said as though it was obvious. And he looked at Bucky with a crooked expression, "And because you're her friend."
Bucky looked up at Dugan in surprise, he didn't know that it was obvious they had become that close in the last little while that people could see that they were friends. It made him happy to think of how far they had come from where they were three years ago. As he thought about it, he realized that besides Steve, she was the closest friend he'd ever had.
Bucky wasn't sure how to comfort her in those moments though. He had never been good with emotions, and the experience of Lucy Heinrich was new for him. He knew that she didn't always like being perceived as needing help, and Bucky kept worrying about stepping over a line he couldn't come back from.
He nodded when Dugan said that. But as Lucy walked further and further away Bucky didn't go after her. He figured she needed a while to take some space and be alone.
He wished she didn't have to be alone though. After they realized that the mission was a failure, something seemed different in Lucy. And the fact she just blew out a man's kneecap proved that she wasn't being herself.
Typically Bucky would have been horrified at what she had done. But he had seen worse, and often Bucky had to try to block out the memories from seeing the brutal deaths, torture, and suffering.
The man shouldn't have taunted Lucy. She had just experienced a loss, and anger was present in the fact she had people risking their lives for no purpose. As someone who was in control of the mission, it would have been completely devastating.
Bucky didn't want to think about her alone, upset, and feeling guilty about what she did. But he also knew that dames liked their space sometimes when things turned south.
He would be there for her, but he wouldn't treat her like a child and force her to talk about all that was bothering her. Bucky wanted to be there for her so badly though. In more ways than one.
He wanted to be there for her emotionally, and see her with a smile on her face after coming in from a good day at work. He also wanted to be there for her when she was sad, and hold her and press gentle kisses to her forehead.
He wanted to be there for her physically. God, that's all he wanted. For when she came to him stressed out and worried about another issue at the university she taught at, Bucky wanted to distract her. He wanted to spend so much time between her thighs that the only thing Lucy could think about wasn't work, but rather his name, as he brought her to her peak again and again. Nothing would sound sweeter to him than her moaning his name as he brought her endless pleasure.
Bucky suddenly had another life flash before his eyes as he realized Lucy Heinrich was the girl he had been wanting all along. Of course, he had realized as much three years before, but he had never had such deep feelings for a dame.
He wanted to be there for her emotionally, physically, and in any other way she needed him.
Because there was nothing more that he wanted than to see her standing in his kitchen on a Saturday morning trying to cook breakfast. Her hair would be messy, evidence from the tousle that they had the night before. Her lips swollen from how much he was kissing them, claiming them as his own. She would have little bite marks on her shoulder and down her elegant neck. Dark bruises of love bites proving that she was his and only his.
As she was cooking breakfast, Bucky would notice how she only had an apron on and nothing else underneath it. The pale skin of her backside exposed as she frustratedly stood over a pan with eggs in it.
Bucky didn't need to know Lucy well to figure out she wasn't the type of gal to cook. But he didn't mind, not one bit. Because in his fantasy, he would join her as the sun from the window leaked in on them. Painting them with yellow hues, he wanted to take her in his arms and press kisses all over her pale shoulders. The sun's warmth would envelop them and Lucy would hum in satisfaction from the simple gesture of his affection.
Her breasts would be covered by the front of her apron, but it would leave very little for the rest of his imagination, as the opposite side of her was completely bare except the little ribbon tie in the back.
Bucky would go over to her as she was cooking, laughing because she could burn water if it was possible. He'd come up behind her and engulf her in his embrace, feeling how their bodies molded together. He'd kiss all down her neck as she softly giggled. The food she was making would be forgotten about as he carried her to the bedroom with her legs wrapped around his waist. His hands would grace over her backside, giving it a small swat the moment she said something sassy. They would collapse on his bed, and he would crawl on top of her as he kissed her madly.
The life of their domestic bliss was something he never knew he wanted until that moment. He wanted to fall asleep listening to her breathing, just as he did the night before. He wanted to wake up with her and bring her a good morning coffee. And he wanted to watch as she carefully did her makeup as she got ready for work. His eyes transfixed on the way she did her lipstick, knowing later that night she would come home and her lips would paint his body with the colour.
Bucky, of course, was confused by all these new feelings and realizations. He knew that Dugan was right and that he was possibly falling for Lucy, but he didn't even realize how much until the thought back to the scene he was just picturing in his head.
Sure, Lucy had gorgeous sex hair and was completely bare beyond an apron in his vision. But there was something else about her ensemble that Bucky fixated on in his fantasy.
A small gold band that rested on the fourth finger of her left hand. The glimmer of it had noticeable because the sun's shining rays leaked in from the kitchen window.
And if Bucky were to look down at his own left hand in his fantasy, he would notice he was wearing one too.
Lucy felt as though she had lost her mind. She had been in the forest for hours after they had gotten back. She knew she needed to return and that people were likely worried about her but at that moment she didn't care.
She needed to be alone because she didn't want people to see as she became a blubbering, sobbing mess. Not only was the weight of her failure too much and she was scared for the lives of her comrades, but also because she had shot a man.
Never before had she enacted such violence on someone. And the thought of doing it and taking a gun and aiming it reminded her of the night her father had shot her mother.
Lucy's memory burned as she thought of how she had gripped the gun and threw it aside after her father had put a bullet in his brain. Her pistol that she had used to shoot Otto burned heavily on her leg as it rested in her holster.
She gripped a tree tightly as she closed her eyes and tried to block out the memory of her father. Would he be proud of her and what she had done to that man? Probably.
She could still feel the pain as he had shoved her head against the wall. A picture frame had been hanging there and the glass had shattered upon impact and a cut above her eyebrow began to bleed out.
"You're just like me," She could picture him saying again and again as he shoved her face further into the glass as she screamed. "Just like your old man. Not caring about anyone or anything as long as you accomplish what you set out to do."
Lucy could still see slivers of him within herself. She had been cruel to Bucky when they had first met, and she didn't care as long as she accomplished her job. Lucy was the type of ambitious that would do whatever it took to prove she was on top and didn't usually care about who she ended up hurting in the process.
Even the way she had drunk became like him. Lucy remembered too often sipping on one glass of wine at dinner, and how one glass would turn to two, then three, then four, until the whole bottle was gone.
She would be drinking vodka, water, and lime while grading papers, and sometimes a gin and tonic just for the sake of it.
Her drinking had begun as early as thirteen after her father had often forced her to have drinks with him until she became sick. It was the one piece of Lucy's childhood she couldn't break away from, and she often found herself missing constantly having access to alcohol.
It had been a bit of a drought since joining the army. Of course, she realized what was for the best. Men often had moonshine and beers from what they found abandoned where they had gained ground, but it wasn't like anyone was going to waste the precious supply on a woman.
Lucy found herself missing it often, and wished that she could just for a second forget all the horrible things that were going on. Like at that moment. She could have very, very, much used a drink. Several, in fact. She wanted to forget what she did, and forget that she had put six other people behind herself at risk for a pointless goddamn mission.
It didn't help that the fact the of those six other people, she cared for one in particular very deeply.
It was getting to be past the point of an innocent crush. And after their conversation earlier that day, Lucy knew she had real feelings for Bucky.
But Daniel was still holding her back. She felt as though it was too soon to move on with someone else. Lucy also didn't know what she would do if she had ended up falling for Bucky and he then left her once the fighting was over for someone better. Lucy often wondered if he was attracted to her simply because of the lack of options around.
However, she figured that wasn't the case as she thought back to their interaction they had three years prior. At that point, she had already been doubting her and Daniel's relationship.
And after she had those thoughts about Bucky, the doubt grew even more.
But she still loved Daniel and was willing to be with him. It wasn't until he had gotten captured though when she realized what she had been missing.
But now it was too late. Though Lucy still struggled with moving on, since she had been guilty with the idea of flirting with Bucky when she knew she was engaged. There was also the possibility that he was still alive.
Although Lucy knew it was unlikely, she still wanted to believe it. But then again, how awful would it be for him to survive all those horrors only to return home and see his fiancé with another man?
Lucy would never forgive herself for hurting Daniel. And she would never forgive herself for leaving Bucky if it turned out that Daniel was, in fact, alive. Because even if she felt more for Bucky, she couldn't choose between him and Daniel after all Daniel had gone through.
But even with those thoughts, Lucy knew Daniel wasn't coming back. He was dead, and it was time for her to accept that. After Lucy had cried out her eyes and tried to compose herself before returning to her men, she decided to finally read Daniel's letter.
She had to get herself together though, knowing that if she had shot a man and then cried about it, she would be seen as either weak or emotional. Either way, Lucy didn't want to show any of her cards. Especially since she knew that it was hard for her to get respect.
But she was thankful that most of the men she was with respected her authority. Dum Dum Dugan has always been kind to her, and never treated her any differently because of her gender.
She and Bucky, of course, started a little rocky. But she knew that he had grown to respect her. After all, Dugan had even stated that he was in her corner. And she knew he cared for her. Just as she cared for him.
Lucy didn't have much of an opinion of Gabe Jones. He was nice enough and was respectful in the way he helped her the night before by preserving her modesty with a blanket. She also felt connected with him, since as a minority, he also struggled to gain respect in other's eyes.
Gilbert Whitney though was an absolute menace. And Lucy knew that he would never change. He had grown up privileged and entitled. Everything about him, including his body language, drove her crazy. And the fact he had made such a disgusting bet revolted her.
But regardless, she didn't want to let anyone down. And she had done exactly that. Everyone knew she would fail, and she did. The thought drove her insane.
As Lucy tried to wipe her tears away, she noticed it was almost sundown. She had to head back because it wasn't safe and they also had to figure out what the hell they were going to do next.
Lucy knew what she wanted to do. She just wasn't sure if everyone else would be on board. She didn't care what everyone thought of her plan though. Just one person she cared about. She didn't want Bucky to see her as a failure. She had to rectify all of this.
As Lucy walked back to where they had been camped out, she noticed how everyone's eyes were on her.
Bucky stood up from where he was sitting at the fire, looking concerned. His hands were in his pockets and he was looking at Lucy with wide eyes.
"I want to go after Schmidt." Was all she said, "We know where he's going to be and I want to go after him. We might not get another chance like this."
"Okay," Bucky nodded in understanding. "I think you're right."
Whitney scoffed and Lucy gave him a dangerous look, threatening him with her gaze.
Dugan only clicked his teeth, "Sounds like another suicide mission. Count me in."
"It's going to be dangerous. I don't expect anyone to come with me." She was looking at Bucky. Praying silently that he would back out. If something happened to him, Lucy knew she would never forgive herself.
"Doc," Bucky only have her a small, reassuring smile, "You know we're all with you."
"Speak for yourself," Whitney snorted, looking sour at the fact he was roped into another mission.
"Okay fine, I will." Bucky looked at Lucy and licked his lips. The light from the fire blazed against him. It shadowed his face more and it nearly took Lucy's damn breath away, "I'm with you. Until the end of the line."
The words he spoke felt too intimate. Her heart fluttered, and she looked at him as though he told her he loved her. Lucy was speechless as his declaration of loyalty. And suddenly, she had to back away. There was something she needed to do before she allowed herself to feel even more for Bucky.
"Good. We stay here the night, come up with a plan for tomorrow." She decided, getting nods of agreement from everyone else.
Lucy said nothing as she went for her pack and rummaged through it so she could find Daniel's letter. She grabbed it and then asked anyone if they had matches.
Dugan gave her his since her own was damaged when she crashed into the lake. She thanked him and then walked off to read the letter by herself again.
Lucy continued walking until she found a clearing with long grass. It looked peaceful, so she sat down and looked at the way the wind moved through the blades and created a movement that resembled waves in the ocean.
Lucy sighed heavily as she opened the letter. She took a deep breath and knew that no matter what was inside, Daniel had loved her. As she opened it, she struck a match to create light. The white pages were illuminated with the light, the pale yellow of the fire illuminating it.
And then Lucy's heart broke. She saw how the words bled through, making it illegible. She let out a sob, only being able to read a few of the words. Her entire body felt as though it was choking and all Lucy could do was cry.
The few words she could make out seemed like gibberish, and suddenly Lucy hated herself for not reading the letter sooner. She couldn't believe that the last remaining piece she had of Daniel was gone. Lucy felt herself let out more tears as they fell down her face, only the white paper that was unreadable.
She choked out another sob and wiped her eyes as the match began to go out. Perhaps she was never intended to read the letter, and this was for the best. She wanted to let out a frustrated scream. The way her heart hurt was too much. It was like she was being told he was gone all over again.
Lucy struggled to catch her breath as she convinced herself it was okay. It didn't matter if she had read the letter. She knew he loved her. Either way, Daniel was gone and it was time for her to move on. With a heavy heart, Lucy took the match to the piece of paper.
She watched as it caught, the fire licking the pages and consuming it. She watched it until there was nothing left and when the smallest remnants were still pinched between her two fingers, Lucy blew out the flames.
She took a shaky, deep breath as she looked around. Crickets could be heard as they sang. The wind rustling the grass was a chorus, and the owl nearby made its noises as it waited for prey.
It was peaceful. And Lucy noticed how as soon as the letter was gone, she felt free.
She took the moment in and inhaled the cool nighttime air into her lungs. She exhaled and didn't even realize that someone had come up behind her.
"What's with the long face?" She turned around to see Bucky standing there. His face still had that concerned expression he had earlier when she rejoined the men.
"Bad day," Lucy sighed, wiping tears away before he could see them.
"I figured as much. I thought I'd give you your space so you could be alone but I don't know… Maybe I should have gone after you? I'm not really good with emotional stuff when it comes to dames." He took a seat right next to her, watching carefully as her tears dried on her skin.
"No? Really? And here I thought you were the expert." Lucy teased and nudged his shoulder. Trying to laugh despite her broken expression.
"You would think that, wouldn't you? I give quite the impression of being a ladies man," He smiled at her and then his expression changed, "I've never been the most emotional guy. I never knew how to comfort the girls I went out with."
Lucy said nothing, only took a shaky breath and tried not to look at Bucky. She wished she was still alone, but she didn't necessarily want him to leave either.
"If you need anything," He began in a quiet voice, looking over at her, "I'm here." He then looked up at the sky and took a shaky breath, "I know we got off to a rocky start and I'm never going to forgive myself for that. But I'm here now. And," He chuckled interrupting himself and looking down almost bashfully, "And I like you a lot. So if you ever want to talk… I mean, like I said I'm not good with emotional stuff. But I can try. For you."
Lucy looked at him with emotion deep in her eyes. Something was different now. The air between them was clearer, and Lucy felt inhibited when it came to having feelings for him. She no longer felt shame, and she knew she didn't have to deny them any longer.
"Thank you, Bucky." She said back and then reached over to grab his hand. Their fingers intertwined, all while her heartfelt as though it was skipping a beat.
Joining hands with him felt like the most natural thing in the world. His large ones held her much smaller, feminine ones with such softness. And Lucy was positive nothing so simple ever made her heart pound that quickly.
"It means a lot." She said and gave his hand a tight, loving squeeze.
Bucky only returned the squeeze and said with a small smile, "Anytime." His thumb gently brushed over the skin of her knuckle.
There was silence between them again, and Lucy looked out and wiped her tears away with her sleeve. It would be the last time she allowed herself to cry about Daniel.
"So are you going to tell me why you were out here all by your lonesome?" Bucky asked curiously. He didn't ask why she had been crying. Lucy wasn't the type of girl to talk about too emotional issues or show weakness.
Lucy took a shaky inhale and tried to control her breathing. She wondered if she should even say anything to Bucky, or if it would be best kept to herself. She decided that since he made the gesture to let her know it was okay to talk about things with him, that she could trust him with this.
"Before Daniel was captured," She tried to keep her voice from shaking too much, "He wrote me a letter that I was supposed to read after he died. I never read it because I wasn't ready. And I brought it with me because I wasn't sure if I'd ever get back to base," Lucy licked her lips as she struggled to explain what happened. "It was ruined when I fell into the water. And now I'll never know what it said," She said shakily, trying to keep her voice as even as possible. She choked out a small sob and her voice hitched.
"Oh, pigeon." He used her nickname and Lucy's heart sped up even more. "I'm sorry, I had no idea." He gently wiped away one of her tears and Lucy was touched by his sweet gesture.
"It's fine," She shrugged, "It's time I let go of him. Because he's not coming back. I just wish I knew what it said." Tears welled up in her eyes again and Lucy tried her best to control them. She didn't allow anymore to fall though. She knew this was for the best in the end.
"I don't know your fiancé so I don't know what he would say. But if I was writing my fiance for the last time, and telling her I died, then I would make damn sure she knew how much she meant to me." Bucky answered softly. Lucy looked up to him with wide eyes and listened to every word as he spoke. Even in the dark, his light blue eyes sparkled, "I'd tell her how I felt one last time. And I'd say I'm sorry for not making it back home. I'd write about the life we wanted together, and how I was sorry I could never give it to her. And I'd say how even though I'm gone, I'd want her to be happy." Bucky spoke and Lucy listened more intently than she ever had in her life. "And I'd tell her once more that she was the love of my life."
"Thank you, Bucky." She whispered and then they both settled down in the grass. Lying side by side, their hands were still intertwined. It was time. Time to move on. After all, with him looking at her like that, how could Lucy have the strength to say no again?
There was silence as they looked up at the stars. The sky was clear of clouds, unlike the night before. The white little lights cemented in the dark black of the night shone down on them and sparkled. Lucy felt Bucky's thumb gently rub her knuckles again. He settled with one arm under his head as they stared up.
"It's so peaceful," Lucy noticed looking up. Bucky continued to move his thumb up her knuckles. He then took her hand and drew it towards his mouth, placing a gentle kiss on it and making Lucy's breath hitched.
"It is. You could almost forget we were in the middle of a war out here."
"Goddamn war," Lucy inhaled sharply and rolled her eyes. She hated everyone responsible for the war. She wished that there was a way to escape it, but knew it wasn't possible.
"I know it's bad," Bucky whispered, licking his lips tentatively, "And I know we're in a war but the last three days with you have been so incredible that it almost has me forgetting all the awful stuff happening. I've been way too happy about it all."
Lucy only moved her head to his chest, his arm going over her to enwrap her in his embrace. She felt her head against his chest as his hands went into her hair, gently pushing it back out of her face.
He looked at her eyes and Lucy licked her lips before admitting, "The last few days with you have been some of my happiest as well."
As she spoke Bucky could only exhale deeply and admire breathlessly, "I'm so goddamn happy I met you."
"I am too." She admitted with a smile.
He ran his hands through her hair as she shifted her gaze to look at him, he stared at her and knew there was no one else in the entire world who he would ever feel this way for.
"Don't play games with me," Bucky told her. "Because I want you, and if you can't do this because of your fiancé, then you need to tell me." His hands brushed out her hair again, seeing her face more clearly.
"I'm ready to let him go," Lucy licked her lips, drawing his gaze in. "I have been for a while. Ever since I met you." She breathed out softly and then admitted with a shaky breath, "You're the one I want, Bucky."
Bucky's heart jumped a beat and he couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. She wanted him. She wanted him as much as he wanted her and Bucky could help but smile widely.
Lucy put her head back on his chest. As Bucky was still in disbelief. His mouth opened and closed like a fish, and he couldn't believe she returned his feelings.
"Sorry I umm," Bucky cleared his throat as Lucy continued to lie on his chest. He blushed ever so slightly. "I should say something I guess but umm… My heart is beating really fast right now." Lucy's hand went to his chest where she felt it race. Much like the night they first met, feeling his heart beating was the most intimate thing that could happen at that moment. There wasn't anything left to be said, since Bucky's betraying heart was telling her all of it.
She looked up at him and their eyes met. Bucky pushes more hair out of her face and Lucy felt herself fall more into his embrace. Her eyes fluttered shut as his hand touched her face and she held herself against him. His touch drove her mad. Each second that passed she seemed to need him more and more.
Bucky only let out a low chuckle as she stared at her, "Lucy Heinrich, you are," His voice dripped with awe and admiration, "One hell of a woman."
She only giggled as he looked up at her lips, "I'm serious!" He defended, "You're the smartest, bravest, craziest dame I know."
"You forgot beautiful," She teased Bucky, making him bark out a small laugh.
"You're the most gorgeous woman in the entire world. I want you so badly to be mine." Was all he said, his thumb trailing over her lip like it did earlier that day. "I didn't think it was possible to like someone this much in such a short amount of time." His voice dropped lowly.
Lucy didn't realize it either. But nothing was holding her back now from being with the man she wanted to be with.
So, with a shaky breath, and feeling as though if she didn't make a move now she never would.
"Bucky?" She whispered into the night. She didn't want to waste any more time. Lucy had waited almost four years to know what being with him was like. She would be damned if she went another day without knowing.
"Yeah, pige?"
"I want you to kiss me. Properly this time." She said as they looked at each other in the dark.
Bucky's breath hitched and he flipped them so he was on top of her. It made Lucy gasp and a deep want to settle in her belly, stabbing at it like a burning iron. Between her legs was immediately soaked at his dominating gesture, and all Lucy wanted at that moment was to have him pressed against her.
Bucky rested between her legs, their pelvis on top of one another and Lucy could feel the stir of his member in his trousers and she shivered.
"I thought you'd never ask," Bucky nuzzled into her neck and made her breath hitch again.
She wanted this. She wanted it more than anything. Feeling his mouth nuzzle into her neck was intoxicating. His hand went from her waist and trailed up her body, making her gasp until it reached the side of her face.
They looked into each other's eyes for a moment and Lucy brushed a stray piece of hair away from his eyes. The intimate gesture was noted by him, and his thumb gently brushed her bottom lip.
There was another moment of silence and Lucy found herself wondering what exactly he was waiting on.
Her hips gently rocked against his and immediately he stiffened and tried to focus on keeping his thoughts from becoming dirty. But it wasn't easy as the front of his trousers was pushed between her legs.
Their lips brushed against one another, like the light dusting of snow settling on skin. The touch was so light she wasn't even sure that their mouths even touched. Yet, he still didn't claim hers as his own. "Are you waiting for an invitation?" Lucy whispered into the night, the feeling of his bottom lip brushing hers was enough to drive her insane.
Bucky pulled away, looking down at her, and her haloed hair and her light pink blush and the way she shifted her body so he was pressed harder between her legs. He whispered back, memorizing every little freckle on her face, the way her lips were open slightly in anticipation, her neck slightly thrown back as she hoped he would press his lips against the alcove of her throat. "I'm just trying to take it all in." Was all he said back. He never wanted to forget her in that moment.
A light pink blush graced her cheeks once more. He saw how her long eyelashes fluttered each time she blinked. Everything about her drove him crazy. "You are so unbelievably beautiful,"
Lucy's hands went to cup his face and his own cupped hers. The intimate connection was suddenly too much and Lucy thought if he didn't kiss her at that moment she would become completely unhinged.
Bucky leaned down after what was the build-up of the century. Lucy almost shook with anticipation, as though she waited an eternity to know what kissing him, truly kissing him, was like. A kiss that was measured, passionate, desperate, needy, and heated.
Just as Bucky was about to press his lips to her and Lucy was about to eagerly return his affection, a voice called out.
"Hey guys, sorry to interrupt. But something has happened," Dugan called out from the entrance of the forest. Bucky groaned with annoyance from the unwelcome presence making himself known. Lucy felt her stomach stir upon hearing the groan escaped his lips. She wondered what he would sound like in bed. Would he make those same sounds as she hovered above him, on top of his manhood, sliding herself down it a torturously slow fashion and taking him all in.
Good lord, she needed to cool down. This was all too much. Bucky's face was pressed against her neck and Lucy tried her very hardest to expel such awful, sinful, thoughts. She wasn't like this. She didn't do things like that or think of such sexual matters. But for some reason, he had transformed her. From innocence and shyness to a vixen who wanted nothing more than for him to claim her entirely.
Lucy had always been good and well behaved, but she wanted to do bad things with him. She wanted to know what he would taste like. Lucy wanted to trail her mouth down from his lips to his neck, shoulders, his pectoral muscles, and down his abs. She wanted to continue going further once she reached them, her lips following the trail of dark hair into his trousers. Lucy wanted to go to where his bulge was, and strip him down and take him all in her mouth. Never before had she ever experienced such a feeling. But he had transformed her, and Lucy found she was constantly wondering about how his body would feel joined with hers.
Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by Dugan continuing, "I think you best come take a look,"
"We'll be finished in a second," Bucky called back out, the annoyance in his tone obvious.
"That's uhhh, not something to boast about son." Dugan teased, and although he couldn't see the two lovers, he knew they were up to no good.
Bucky laughed sarcastically, "Ha ha ha! You're hilarious! Now, can we get a minute, please?" It was all incredibly awkward since Bucky was still hovering over Lucy. She looked up at him with pursed lips, her eyes catching on his jawline that she wanted to pepper with kisses so desperately.
The moment was gone. And as Bucky looked down at her he let out a sigh. "I'd last more than a couple of seconds." He felt the need to assure her that.
Lucy let out a small, uncomfortable giggle, "I should hope so." Her hand played with the tiny hairs on the back of his neck.
Bucky groaned again in frustration, once again send shocks to Lucy's lower belly. He rolled off her after placing a small kiss on her cheek and making her softly giggle.
"Duty calls," He sighed as he stood up, his hand outstretched and helping her off the ground.
"Duty calls," She repeated, trying not to pay attention to the way he fixed his trousers and tried to hide the slight erection he had.
Her eyes burned as she tried not to look at the way he adjusted himself. She felt heat pooling between her thighs as she thought of how he had intimately been resting between her legs just moments ago. Suddenly blushing from the situation, Lucy began to turn away when suddenly Bucky grabbed her.
She thought he was going to pull her into him and kiss her suddenly in a large dramatic gesture. But he didn't.
"I want to do right by you." Was all he said as he swallowed a lump in his throat. "I want our first real kiss to be something incredible."
With his sweet words, Lucy's expression softened and she moved towards him. Her fingers gently graced his cheek and she gave him a soft smile.
Getting on her tippy toes, she lightly pressed her lips to his stubbled face, "It will be." She said softly and then her thumb brushed his cheek again, "I can wait."
He gave her a soft smile as they headed towards the forest. Bucky's hand took Lucy's and she felt her breath hitching once more. It felt so right with their hands intertwined.
As they walked, Lucy stopped out on the outskirts of the forest. She looked back at the little clearing they had been in. The place where she had burned Daniel's letter. She looked out and in her mind, whispered a soft goodbye to Daniel. She was ready to let go. She had to let go.
Because Elsa was right. Loving ghosts was too painful.
And as she turned and saw Bucky waited for her, his hand still in hers and a slight smile on his lips as he watched her. Lucy knew she was making the right call. He was there and waiting to kiss her and call her his own. He was flesh and blood and all sorts of warm, which Lucy knew she would revel in as they slept together at night. He was present and real. He made her feel things as a woman she didn't even know she was capable of feeling. A need so great was coursing through her body for the man who walked beside her that Lucy felt a frustration that she hadn't known in years. It was like fire settling in her veins, and she wanted nothing more for the flames to consume her.
His thumb brushed against her knuckles once more. And Lucy looked over to him, and knew at that moment she had made the right choice in moving on past Daniel and allowing herself to finally feel everything she could with Bucky.
They walked in a comfortable silence until they reached the campsite. Lucy and Bucky released their grasps on each other, although they both loathed to.
Lucy huffed in frustration, wondering what exactly was so important that Dugan had to interrupt them and soil a perfect kiss.
"What happened?" She asked a little coldly.
Dugan looked at her with pursed lips. He gestured with his head to a body on the ground. Lucy rounded the corner and saw what it was. Her mouth dropped open.
Otto was lying on the ground, eyes open wide and lifeless. He was dead, killed from his wounds. Suddenly, Lucy felt sick, knowing she was responsible for his death.
"Shit." Was all she whispered. Of course, she should have suspected her happiness wouldn't last.
Don't hate me please lol. I know what I did was mean. BUT I HAVE SOMETHING SO SPECIAL PLANNED FOR THEIR FIRST "REAL" KISS! It will 100% be worth the wait, I promise. Isn't the sexual tension just like spot on though? It makes me want to just grab the two of them and be like *now kiss!*
I know I'm mean for the tease. But on the other hand... Bucky wants to marry Lucy! Bucky wants to marry Lucy! I repeat, Bucky wants to marry Lucy! We'll see what I've got planned for the future though… There is still the whole Azzano thing we have to get past, plus the train part (yikes).
ALSO, how do we all feel if I were to rename all the chapters with actual titles instead of Roman numerals? Is that something you all would like to see? Let me know.
Review for some more tooth-rotting fluff from "Lucky" (Lucy/Bucky). And follow and favourite! Let's get those numbers up, people!
Thanks,
-A
