Well, my lovelies here we are at 200,000 words! Wow, I never expected this story to get so far. I told myself I wouldn't get too invested and I wouldn't let this story go past 30 chapters and draw it out, but too late. Last night I finally decided on how I wanted this story to go and how I want it to end and it is far, far from over yet. I have decided to throw some stuff in the story which I think all Lucky fans will be rather happy about.
Without further ado…Here's the next chapter. We finally reached the prologue scene! Enjoy :)
Trigger warning: This chapter is rated '18+/M for some adult themes. It's very, very graphic and extremely descriptive so if you feel the need, it's from the second half of the chapter until the end if anyone would like to skip :)) I won't be offended lol. Reader discretion is advised.
Chapter XXVIII
Bucky wanted to be with Lucy. Not with the men as they laughed and got more and drunker. Of course, he was getting more intoxicated too. But not so much that his judgment was askew. If anything, it was just giving him the liquid courage he needed.
Usually, when it came between a dame and his friends he always chose to be with his friends. But not with Lucy. Especially after they almost died earlier that day.
He had been so impressed by everything that she did. Lucy had completely blown him away, and he still was positive they wouldn't have gotten out of there alive if it weren't for her.
He found himself unable to enjoy the company of those around him. He only laughed at half of the jokes, and his mind was constantly drifting to the woman upstairs. They continued drinking long after the sun went down, and the more they had the rowdier his comrades were.
Sitting there and almost sulking, Dugan noticed Bucky's sour mood and how much he didn't want to be there. As the men went down to get more bottles, he was left alone with the Boston native.
"What are you doing?" Dum Dum asked him.
Bucky frowned, his brows furrowing together, "What do you mean?"
"I mean, what the hell are you doing down here when your woman's upstairs?"
Bucky looked down at the matches he was playing within his hands. He sighed, "She probably wants to be alone." He didn't know whether or not to go to her. After all, they had a rough day. And it had been so long since she probably had gotten any privacy and she likely wanted to have a few moments to herself.
"She probably wants to be alone with you," Dugan stated as though it were obvious, causing Bucky's eyes to shoot up. "The dame is crazy about you. You're crazy about her. Stop being noble and go up to her."
Bucky shook his head, he leaned back in his seat, "I'm not so sure about that." He was losing his confidence. After all, he had made himself look like a fool multiple times earlier that day.
Dugan was getting sick of the two of them denying their feelings. It was obvious to everyone how they felt. After everything that had happened, he still couldn't believe that they were dead set on not trying to work things out. "Buck, we're in the middle of a goddamn war," Dugan said harshly, "And that woman up there," He pointed at the ceiling above him, "Is crazy for you. She's probably thinking about you the same as you're thinking about her. You two could die tomorrow. So you go up there, you grab her, and you kiss her silly until she can't even remember her own name."
Bucky stood up, nodding. His nerves were shaky but the alcohol seemed to help him build more confidence. Dugan was right, who knew how much time they would have left? If he never knew what really kissing her felt like he would never forgive himself.
"Thanks, Dugan," Bucky said genuinely, happy for the push. Had he not been there to convince him to go see her, he might not have ever worked up the courage to do so. He patted the man on the shoulder as he began to walk up.
"And Barnes?" Dugan stopped him before he left, "You better make love to that woman all damn night. Because if you don't, I have half a mind to go up there instead." Dugan teased, chuckling lowly. Bucky smirked and rolled his eyes, although his stomach flipped nervously at the thought of it.
He swallowed thickly as he looked up the stairs that lead to her room. He took a deep breath and tried to settle himself. He didn't think there was ever a time he was that nervous to lay a move on a dame. But this time was different because it was Lucy.
Bucky took another deep breath and then accented up the stairs. Each step felt as though it were a lifetime, and his heart pounded in his chest. It raced so fast he was positive it was going to burrow itself through his skin and jump out. His palms were suddenly sweaty, and he tried to convince himself he could do this.
As he went up, he saw how her door was open a crack. He wondered if she was hoping he would come up and if she would allow him to enter her room. He wished for more than anything that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
Bucky's heart raced all the more as he passed by the door. The floorboards creaked under his weight, alerting her that he was standing there.
He opened the door ever so slightly, figuring he didn't have to knock if it was open a crack. The sight inside almost stopped his fast-beating heart completely.
Lucy sat at the vanity, brushing her long, brown, curly hair. Her hand stilled as she froze while under his gaze and Lucy's breath hitched as he leaned himself against the doorframe after he had opened the door wide enough to see her.
His hands were casually placed in his pockets, and a small smile rested on his face as he watched her curiously. Their eyes met in her reflection of the mirror. Watching her do something as casual as brushing her hair even enchanted him. There was nothing that that woman couldn't do that he wasn't enthralled with. The fact she could do something as regular and mundane and still capture him like a spider in a web proved how much he loved her.
And as he watched her, he knew he would love her until the day he died. She was everything he could ever want and more. And not because she was perfect, but because she was perfect for him. His heart raced at a pace twice as fast as it usually did. His palms became sweaty as her piercing gaze met his.
Her hands stilled and then put the heavy brush down onto the vanity as their gaze remained locked. She placed the brush carefully down and then turned around from the mirror to look directly at him. With a flirtatious grin, she asked accusingly, "Didn't your mother ever teach you it's rude to stare at a lady?" As she teased him her tiny smile caused a jolt to go straight to his stomach. He couldn't help but stare at her though, despite it being rude. She was that damn gorgeous.
A large smile formed on his lips as a blush rose to his cheeks, he smirked as he looked down with embarrassment. Dames has never made him nervous before. At least not like she did. Whenever he was around her he almost completely changed personalities. He went from cool and collected to a stuttering, bumbling, fool. He blushed more as he wondered what kind of spell that woman had placed on him. What type of sorcery did she possess? The love he felt her feel inhuman and otherworldly, there was no other explanation as to why she was constantly on his mind.
Every passing moment his thoughts were flooded with her. About her laugh, her smile, her small smirk she did when she teased him. He even fixated on the way her eyebrows rose up ever so slightly in a cocky manner as she had her know-it-all attitude. The way she bit her lip caused a feeling to well in him he hadn't known for some time. Her body movement was like watching a dance he couldn't tear his gaze from. Everything about her absolutely captured him, and he wasn't sure he ever wanted to stop feeling that way.
Bucky cleared his throat and then crossed his arms across his broad chest and looked up at her bashfully, "Sorry, I uhh—" He scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably as he stepped forward into the room, "I didn't mean to spy. It's just that umm, I walked by and I uh, I saw you…" God, he could not keep it together. Whatever man he was in Brooklyn no longer existed. Perhaps the reason as to why he was so nervous around her compared to all the other girls was because she was so different.
She was unlike any other person he had ever met. Smart, funny, strong-willed and beautiful, she was a goddess among women. Every other girl had meant nothing to him before her. She was the one, the one he would always love until his heart had stopped beating and he was laid into the ground. And even then, he was sure he'd never love another in the life following this one. If there was an afterlife he didn't want to be there without her. Because she was heaven herself, nothing else would ever compare.
Lucy placed her brush down as he stopped talking. She stood up from the chair she had been sitting at. She rose slowly as she got up to face him and his heart nearly stopped in his chest.
He had never seen anything so damn beautiful.
They were in the midst of the worst hell humanly possible, the middle of a war. And there she was looking like an angel and ethereal being of radiance and light. Bucky knew nothing of art and beauty. He had always thought that perhaps the most beautiful thing he would ever see was the ocean waves as a passing sunset fell beyond the horizon. He was wrong. It was her, and it would always be her. Nothing, not a single another sight in the world could ever compare to her at that moment. The image of it would burn into his brain and he would remember it until the last of his days.
Lucy's pale skin was in contrast with the off white cream colour of the silk nightgown. Her dark hair rested down, covering the more revealing parts of the bodice. He could see the way her nipples were hardened from the cold air, pebbling under the briskness. A jolt when deep into his belly, and he stirred with desire.
Lucy blushed at how exposed she currently was, and noticed just exactly how sultry her attire was in those moments. Although the nightdress fell to just above her calves, it clung to her curves tightly. He thought of the way a bride would likely wear something like that on her wedding night, He couldn't help but fantasize that perhaps one day she would wear another version of a dress like that after they agreed to spend the rest of their lives together. But that wouldn't be for some time in the future. Right now, at that moment was all the time they had. And if he was going to die tomorrow, he'd want to live with her as much as he could tonight.
Bucky's eyes fell upon her, and he couldn't help but drink her in as he said quietly, "Holy shit, you're so goddamn beautiful," it was so quiet she could barely hear. He wanted to get drunk off the sight of her, having it affect his very biology in the deepest and most intimate of ways. His body felt on fire as he stood there, his blood boiling hot and coursing through his veins faster and faster with each moment.
Bucky cleared his throat again and crossed his arms, trying to smile as he teased, "Christ, you trying to break my heart or something by wearing that dress? I mean you're killin' me here, sweetheart." He didn't think a woman would ever leave him speechless before, but with her standing there in that dress he could hardly think.
Lucy found herself smiling as she stood there, laughing slightly at his nervousness. She licked her lips and his eyes were drawn to them. He needed more than anything to feel those gorgeous lips against his own.
"Yeah, something like that," she smirked before shrugging, a smug expression on her face. He only chuckled at her flirtations and then shook his head. He couldn't believe how composed she was while he was a bumbling fool for her. Once again, it just proved that she couldn't have been from this world.
She smiled at him ever so slightly. His heart raced a little more, her expression suddenly made him regain his confidence and he strode across the room. It was his turn to make her nervous, to give her a taste of her own medicine. He almost smirked as he saw her composure change the moment he stepped into the room. She trembled under his piercing gaze and at that moment Bucky knew she felt the same as he did. She was too collected, too composed regularly. But every time he came near her she shivered or became flustered. He loved that he had that effect on her.
He felt Lucy's eyes drilling holes into his back as he walked across the room. A small turntable rested in the corner, and she watched curiously as Bucky went forward towards it. She cocked her head, watching him intensely.
The cold wind had settled through the room now that the door was open, and Lucy found herself crossing her arms across her chest in embarrassment as she realized just revealing the nightdress truly was. Her nipples pebbled even more and Bucky had to force himself to not think about it as he flipped through the records the previous homeowners left behind.
Lucy watched him, almost as though she was studying him. Bucky figured she was likely trying to figure out what to do next. After all, she rarely did anything without first running different scenarios in her head first.
Bucky found what he was looking for, and put the vinyl into the turntable, and placed the needle onto it. Lucy's heart dropped when she heard the song, and the memory of a warm summer night a few years prior came racing back to her.
Bucky smiled ever so slightly as the voice of Margaret Whiting filled the air. She looked touched that he had picked it out, the memories of that magically night hitting both of them like a bullet.
"You remembered?"
"Of course I remember. That was the night I met you." It was the most incredible night of his life.
She smiled ever so slightly. The noise of trumpets filled the room, echoing in her ears as he walked forward. His heart raced even more and he watched as she swallowed a lump forming in her throat. Her chest rose and fell a little faster, something he noticed from the revealing state of her nightdress. He made her nervous, that much was clear.
"Dance with me?" He asked her in a soft whisper as his hands gently settled on her waist. The palms of his hands touched the silk fabric of her nightgown as he pulled her into him.
Lucy closed her eyes and inhaled deeply as she moved forward, silently saying yes. He saw as her cheeks began to turn pink as he drew her in and flushed to his body. There was no space between them, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and exhaled with a feeling of relief. She felt safe with him.
"That night was something else," She whispered to Bucky as they swayed with the music.
"It was. I thought about it constantly." She had flooded his thoughts so long after that. He closed his eyes and he could see her. Every moment was agony knowing she would never be his. But there they were now, dancing and holding one another.
She smiled lightly and then sighed, "I wonder what would have happened if I wasn't engaged the night we met. Would things have been different?" After a moment they had become more comfortable and started swaying softly to the music. Her chin rested on his shoulder, and intimately drew her lips to on his neck, almost tasting him. Bucky's eyes closed from the intimate brushing out her mouth and he had to force himself to keep from groaning.
"It doesn't matter," He whispered back to her, brushing her hair out her face even more, "We're here together now. You drive me absolutely crazy, Lucy Heinrich." He admitted.
Bucky pulled her even closer, inhaling sharply in a hiss as he did so while shivering at the small grazing of her lips. Nostalgia from the one night they had spent together came flooding back yet again. They were more intimate this time around though. Closer, and far more inappropriate than before. Bucky's hands went lower on her waist and he wondered for a moment if she minded. Lucy gave no indication she wanted him to move his hand back up.
He pulled away from her just slightly enough to look down at her dark hazel eyes. Their gaze was fixated on one another. Once again, it had felt like they were the only two people in the world. Bucky brushed a small piece of hair out of her face, his thumb gently trailing her cheek in the process. It was only them, nothing else mattered. There was no war, or death, or anything; only the two of them.
Their mouths were so close that he could practically taste her. Instead of their lips touching, their foreheads met instead. They rested against one another, swaying intently to the music. Not a single second went by where Bucky felt as though what they were doing was inherently wrong. On the contrary, it felt so, so right. As though a driving force of nature was pulling them together. Like two waves colliding, like the sun and the moon, like lightning and thunder, like a heartbeat pumping blood through a body, they belonged together.
The eerie sound of trumpets played, and they held each other closer. In the distance, they could hear bombs going off in another village not far from where they were. Another fight was going on, and gunfire echoed. But none of that mattered at that moment. All that mattered was each other.
She was a hurricane, a force to be reckoned with. She was a light in the darkness guiding him into safety. She was his home, and he knew at that moment he would never need anything else but her. Just her, and only her for the rest of his damn life.
Lucy felt as though she had died and gone to heaven. A heaven that was entirely made of him. That was something she could get used to. To spend an eternity wrapped in his arms seemed like the most perfect form of happily ever after.
Everything in that moment felt as though pieces were falling together. Everything was so right, and perfect and pure. He was the most incredible man she had ever met, and she couldn't believe that she had ever for a moment thought about spending the rest of her life with someone else.
A feeling like the one she had was so rare that she figured she may be the only person in the entire world to feel it. How could anything match what she was feeling at that moment? Everything was perfect in their own shared world.
She needed him in a way she's never needed anyone. Her entire life Lucy had felt like she didn't belong anywhere. She felt as though a piece of herself was missing. But with Bucky, she never felt that way. He made her complete, and Lucy knew she would never have to pretend to be anyone else around him.
She pulled away from his shoulder to look at him. He was so beautiful it hurt. His dark hair seemed black in the fading light of the lantern in the corner. Explosions a ways off reflected yellow through the windows. For a minute, Lucy could forget all about them and pretend they were fireworks. The reds and oranges shadowed his face and made him look all the more serious.
Her hands touched his stumbled cheeks. He had more facial hair than what she was used to but she didn't mind for a single moment. His dimpled chin made her weak, and his cheekbones were prominent and angled. She smiled ever so slightly as she saw how he looked at her. He looked at her almost as though she were his whole world.
Lucy looked in his pale blue eyes and could see a future. She saw inside them everything he felt for her. It was what love looked like. In its most pure and raw form, exposed and vulnerable. Her heart pounded in her chest as they looked at one another in those passing moments it felt like a lifetime. Lucy wanted to take that moment and never forget the way he looked at her.
Bucky took her face in his hands and his thumb gently brushed her cheek so softly she barely felt it.
She held onto his shoulders like her life depended on it. She was sure if something wasn't keeping her upright her knees would buckle and she would have fallen from the look he was giving her. When the music had stopped and it was just the two of them, looking at one another as though they had the universe in each other's eyes, Bucky finally spoke up.
"I'm going to kiss you now," Was all he simply said, his voice low and causing a jolt of electricity to hit her stomach. Her heart nearly stopped in her chest at his words.
"Fucking finally," Was all Lucy breathlessly said, unable to wait a single second longer before grabbing him by the back of the head and slamming her mouth against his.
And everything was right in the world at that moment. Their kiss was not sweet, or gentle. It was burning hot passion. It was the sun's colliding and world's molding. It was fire coursing through them, a need so heavy it almost drove her insane.
Bucky's hands grabbed at her waist and pulled her in roughly. Her hands tangled in his hair as she tried to pull him down to meet her even more. Their mouths crashed into one another as though they were each other's life force. It was like she had been waiting for this for years. Three years, to be exact. And it was everything she had ever hoped for.
His soft lips molded with hers and his hungry hands grasped her firmly. Lucy could barely feel her heart trying to cave its way out of her chest. She had never felt more alive in the few moments of kissing Bucky.
"I've been waiting for this for so long, pige," Bucky admitted to her during their passionate frenzy. Lucy could say nothing, so instead, she opted with kissing him more. Her hands went to his neck and he gripped his hips, his one hand going down to grab her behind. She gasped slightly at his boldness, his confidence making her all the more turned on by him.
"This okay?" He asked her breathlessly, making sure she was alright with everything.
She only responded by pushing on his chest harshly so he was against the wall. Bucky was shocked by how she responded but he wasn't surprised. She had a fiery need in her eye which was the result of wanting this exact thing for weeks.
"I'm gonna take that as a yes," Was all he said and Lucy slammed her mouth against his again.
"Less talking more kissing," She commanded him, desperate for more. She needed him like she needed oxygen. Like she needed blood flowing through her veins and like a driving force that kept her alive.
"Ma'am yes, Ma'am," Bucky responded lowly and caused an iron hot rod to be drilled into Lucy's stomach. Her need and desperation for him continued to build more with each passing moment.
She could feel the slickness between her legs gathering between her thighs. She remembered she wasn't wearing any panties under her slip and she shivered at the thought.
She pulled him down to continue meeting her lips. His hands roamed all over her body, grasping at it and feeling every little alcove and dip.
Her own hand settled on his chest, the one hanging around his neck. She needed to be closer to him, to be consumed by him. His tongue slid into her mouth after he licked her teeth and she opened up to him. The velvet feeling of it made her want to go mad. As they explored each other more, Lucy felt unable to control her next actions.
Not even separating from their kiss, she gripped his shirt collar tightly and drug him to the other side of the room. Their mouths didn't leave each other for a single second. Their tongues wrestled, aggressively attempting to establish who was the winner. They continued kissing as though they had been starved for it. Nothing before had ever felt so right and so wrong.
Lucy had never been kissed like this, until she was breathless, fumbling mess. Not until her arousal evidently dripped down the soft skin of her thighs. She wanted him so, so unbelievably badly to fill her up and make every inch of her his own. She wanted him inside her and feeling him lose control, pounding her into the mattress.
His tongue made its way into her mouth again and Lucy couldn't help but let out a tiny gasp at the feeling. She licked his teeth before biting his bottom lip and pulling it teasingly. He groaned, making her even more aroused. His hands gripped her hips harder, squeezing her ever so slightly.
Lucy pushed him roughly into a chair which he fell on slightly clumsily. He watched her with a flustered, needy expression he ran a hand through his hair while she hiked up her nightgown to her thighs. Bucky immediately felt himself harden at the sight of her milky white skin, she climbed on top of him and straddled him. She could feel the hardness of his member pushing against her heat, making her all the more maddened for him.
"Oh my god," He whispered, "Take it easy doll, I don't want to break you." The way he spoke caused her stomach to flip and wanton desire to course through her even more. She ground her pelvis into his and Bucky shivered. Her mouth began trailing down his neck, sucking on the skin. Her lips tasted him, wanting more and more.
"I want you to break me." She whispered, her hungry, sultry, voice was drawn out. She must have sounded like a whore, but Lucy couldn't have cared less. At that moment she was just a woman, being driven mad by the agonizing need of a man.
Bucky groaned as his head was tossed back. "Oh, yeah?" She continued pressing her kisses to the alcove of his throat. Her tongue darted out to taste him more. Her fingers began to wander mindlessly on their own, undoing the top buttons of his shirt.
Her mouth captured his again, causing their teeth to clash roughly, "Mhmm" She hummed through their kiss, "Make me yours." She begged him desperately.
"I'll make you mine all damn night, darlin'." His arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her in tighter to him so there was so space separating their bodies.
"Promise?" Lucy asked Bucky before kissing his neck again, trailing down lower and lower. He groaned as she sucked on the skin, marking him as her own.
"Fuck, the things you can do with that gorgeous mouth." Bucky groaned, his hand going to her ass and grabbing it harshly.
She had never figured he would be so bold, especially when he landed a hard slap to her tender skin of her backside. The sound of it echoed through the room and Lucy squealed, never having been spanked before and shocked and pleasantly surprised all the same at his dominating nature. Lucy was perfectly fine with allowing him to take charge. After all, she was more dominating outside of the bedroom and was eager to see the other more aggressive side of him.
"You haven't seen anything yet," She said seductively, wanting nothing more than to take him in her mouth and pleasure him until he became completely unhinged.
She could feel him harden under her. His member was pressed against her through the front of his trousers. Lucy ground her hips and he emitted another small groan. She knew that likely she was making a mess at the front of his pants. After all, she wasn't wearing any panties and she was painting him with her arousal. It seemed to turn him on even more that he could feel her heat pressing against him at the front of his trousers.
He grabbed her by the back of the neck and slammed his mouth against hers. His other hand wandered to her ass again, squeezing and grabbing. Lucy couldn't help but hiss in pleasure, the feeling of him against her better than she ever imagined. The sensation of his hard manhood pressed between her more intimate areas almost drove her insane. She couldn't believe that she turned this god of a man on as much as she did.
Suddenly, Bucky pulled away from his bruising kiss, "Wait, wait, wait," He stopped and pulled her off. "We shouldn't do this. This is wrong."
"What?" Lucy's facial expression dropped. The sadness was evident in her voice. "What do you mean? Of course this is right."
"No, it's not. It's—,"
"Don't you want me?" She cut him off, feeling hurt and wounded from his words.
"Lucy," he whispered and took her face in his hands and looked down at her, "I want you more than anything in my entire life. But we can't do it, not like this."
"But I need you, Bucky. Please." She begged him almost, "I can't go a single moment longer without being yours." She wasn't above having to grovel for it. She needed him so desperately, the thought of them waiting longer nearly broke her heart, "Please." She whispered. If she had to wait until they were married she'd take him to the nearest church that night and pledge herself to him right then and there.
"You are mine, doll. You're my everything. My goddamn beginning and end. But I'm not going to fuck you. Not like this."
Lucy couldn't hide her disappointment, she was notably crushed. Her spirits dropped and she was about to argue against it when he spoke up again.
"You deserve to be made love to." He said softly, rubbing her cheek with his thumb and making her meet his gaze.
Filled with boldness Lucy requested only one thing, "Then make love to me, Bucky Barnes."
"Lucy Heinrich," He whispered before pressing a gentle kiss to her mouth, "It would be my genuine pleasure,"
He lifted her by holding onto her thighs as he carried her. Lucy wrapped her arms around his shoulders so he wouldn't drop her. Their mouths met again, this time how it should have been the first time.
With herself still wrapped around him, Bucky placed her on the ground to where they had been standing while they were dancing. She was surprised he didn't take her straight to the bed. But she assumed it was because he wanted to do it right.
His hands went to her waist as he kissed her sweetly after she was set down in her feet. Lucy gave out a little mewl as he kissed her with tenderness and affection that was unprecedented. His hands, still having a dirty mind of their own went to her backside again. She couldn't help but smile during the kiss that they shared. He was so gentle as he kissed her. Lucy's hands wandered and continued taking off his shirt. Her fingers shook with anticipation as she undid his buttons. She needed to get him naked so badly, to see him in his entirety.
She helped him shrug off his shirt, his chest bare for her. Her breath hitched as she saw his broad muscles and chiseled chest. She had never seen a man that looked quite like him before. Almost as though he was crafted out of marble, made by the hands of Michelangelo himself. Her eyes raked over him in amazement and suddenly she couldn't stop herself from kissing him hungrily again.
"Easy, easy, sweetheart." Bucky chuckled through their kiss as she got a little too rough again. She couldn't help it though, she just wanted to pounce on him. His hands ran through her hair as their mouths joined in unison.
She could hear Bucky trying to slip off his boots by stepping on the heels of them. He shuffled clumsily for a little bit, making her giggle. When he couldn't get it he huffed frustratedly and then focused on her yet again.
She took his hands and placed them on her breasts. Bucky moaned into their kiss as he fondled her chest. His thumb brushed past her hardening nipples and he began kissing at her neck. Lucy nearly dropped to her knees at that moment from the sheer pleasure. Her mouth began trailing down her throat, to her collar bones, to finally the swells of her breasts. He sucked on the tops of them, leaving dark and angry marks.
Lucy's hands couldn't help but trail over his abs and his chest. She felt him shiver under her touch, and she continued trailing down until she reached his belt. Undoing it and tossing it across the room, Lucy didn't even care as she heard something fall to the ground and shatter.
All that mattered was his delicious mouth on her skin, going further and further down. Lucy nearly cried when his lips separated from her and he dropped to his knees. He began undoing the ties of his boots as quickly as he could, peppering small kisses on her thighs.
When he finally got them off he stayed where he was kneeling on the ground. He grabbed her by the behind and brought her closer to him. He looked up at her with wide eyes, wondering if his next action would be okay as he grabbed the back of her legs. He placed one over his shoulder, looking for permission and Lucy shivered. Her hands tangled in his messy hair as he placed kisses on her belly and leading downwards. Lucy gasped and could help but quiver in anticipation, throwing her head back as Bucky rested her leg over his shoulder and trailed his kisses up the inside of her thigh.
"I've been wanting to taste you for so long," He whispered against her skin as his soft hands bundled her silk slip up past her legs so it rested on her hips.
Lucy blushed, her cheeks turning red as she realized what he was implying. She had always been much too shy to ever let Daniel attempt to go down there. It seemed to add sin into the already sinful act they were partaking in.
But with Bucky, it felt so damn right. The scratchiness of his facial hair against her soft skin made Lucy want to pull her hair out. His fingers gently touched where she wanted him the most and she nearly lost it at the first contact. Her chest rose and fell with anticipation and her heart was beating so hard she thought it would leap right out of her chest.
Bucky's mouth gently met with her soft folds and Lucy couldn't help but whine in pleasure. His tongue flicked her as Lucy struggled to stay upright from the sensations. Electricity coursed through her veins and her breathing became much more sporadic. She had never felt anything like that before. Bucky's tongue was on the most intimate part of herself and she couldn't help but call out for him. Her back arched and her head was thrown back from the pleasure. He continued nuzzling into her, eagerly lapping her up.
She couldn't believe that this was happening. She had always heard of the type of man to do things like that to a woman, but she never expected Bucky to be the type. It was taboo in most wrongful if ways, but Lucy didn't care. All she could focus on was his tongue fucked her. She had to bite her lip to keep from calling out his name.
"Jesus Christ, you taste so fucking good, sweetheart." He paused for a moment to tell her in a low voice, coming up from his knees to kiss her sweetly after he noticed she wouldn't be able to stand like that for much longer.
"Where—where did you learn how to do that?" She asked in wonder, dazed and unable to form an intelligent thought. She could hardly remember her own name at that moment.
Bucky chuckled, "Just been wanting to do that to you for some time." The thought of him thinking about burying his head between her legs drive Lucy nearly insane. She couldn't believe that was something men fantasized about.
"Have you done that to other women?" She wasn't asking to pry. Lucy was simply curious, and she wouldn't be upset if he said yes.
Bucky stilled for a moment, wondering how he shouldn't answer "Some. But none of them had anything on you."
"I'm not mad, just curious." Lucy whispered, and laughed as she blushed, "I just want to know how you learned to be so good with your tongue."
"I was with an older woman for a while. Not romantically, just sexually. She taught me some things," Bucky admitted to her. Kissing her mouth lightly, "I just wanna make you feel good,"
"Bucky, you have no idea how amazing you made me feel," She trembled as she spoke, needing him more. She was in awe of the man before her.
"You haven't seen anything yet," He lifted her again and held her close to him. Their mouths met once more and Lucy was positive she loved nothing as much as the feeling of him kissing her. His tongue slipped into her mouth again and Lucy let out a small whimper as he carried her to the bed.
He tossed her on it a little harshly, making her gasp. Immediately he was crawling on top of her and Lucy grasped his face before kissing him harshly again.
Bucky separated to ask, "Have you ever had an orgasm before?" He asked her. Lucy blushed at his brazenness. She had to clear her throat before she answered, nervously trembling as she did so.
"I-I don't know. I don't think so. But I couldn't say," She had known that most women couldn't have one from penetration alone. She didn't mind though, sex was still as enjoyable without one.
"Trust me," He nuzzled her neck as he crawled on top of her, "You'd know if you did." Lucy ran her hands through his hair as he kissed her passionately. He poured every ounce of love that he had into the kiss, nudging her legs open so he could rest between them.
His hands rested on the softness of her thighs, trailing up and down slowly. Each time he went higher up Lucy's breath hitched and she hoped he would touch between her legs again and give her some form of release.
He bit her bottom lip, causing Lucy to emit a small hiss. She whined again for him and tried to grind her hips to his pelvis, attempting to get some friction.
"So needy," He whispered before nipping at her neck and trailing down. She gasped as he sucked on her sensitive skin.
Bucky was by far much more of a vocal lover than Daniel. Perhaps it was because he was American and bolder? Or more experienced? Either way, it drove Lucy wild, causing her to become more and more soaked with each passing second.
Bucky continued pressing his mouth to her skin, sucking on the dip of her throat. His tongue tasting it and creating a bruising mark. She loved the fact he was marking her, showing the world she was his and his only.
She moved her hips against and Bucky groaned and pushed himself harder into her heat, making her gasp. His mouth went to her breasts again and attached itself. She inhaled sharply at the contact, not even noticing that he had pulled down her straps and the top of her slip to fully expose her.
He took her in his mouth and swirled his tongue around her most sensitive part. She immediately called out as his hand found her other breast and gently fondled it. He bit her lightly enough for her to hiss in a mixture of both pain and pleasure. His mouth worked to arouse her even more, sucking and pulling and leaving dark, bruising marks.
He reattached his mouth to her other breast, trying to give it as much attention as was possible. He took her nipple in his hungry mouth and she felt it harden under his administrations. His hands trailed up her thighs, taking her dress as they went.
He was pulling it off of her, and finally, she was free of it. He looked down at her as she was gasping mess, bare and desperate for him. Lucy suddenly felt bashful under his gaze and she covered her chest with her arms.
"God," He exhaled in disbelief, "You look like an angel." He pulled her hands away from her chest, "You don't have to be shy, doll. You're so gorgeous." Lucy nodded, blushing and trying not to focus on the fact she was completely bare. She closed her eyes and tried to get over her insecurities. She didn't need to be shy around Bucky, he thought she was beautiful.
But he was only the second man to ever see her like that. And with Daniel, it took awhile for her to get truly comfortable. When they first began getting intimate she struggled with her nudity. She could only do it with the lights off or with her nightdress on. But Bucky made her feel comfortable, he made her feel beautiful and desirable.
Lucy captured his mouth again and her hands desperately went to his pants to undo them. She slid the zipper down and undid the button. He shimmied out of them, trying to move them over his erection. Lucy felt him harden, pressing between her thighs again after he got his trousers off and discarded them. He was left in only a pair of simple boxers and his silver dog tags.
As they kissed harshly, Lucy brushed her hand against his tented erection and Bucky groaned. Her hands went to the waistband of his boxers and she inched them down, slowly enough for him to pop out, aching for her desperately.
Lucy gripped him in her fist after lubricating it with some of her saliva. Although she didn't need it, his leaking pre-cum was making him wet enough. She pumped him up and down as hit bit into her shoulder and moaned again. She tried not to look directly at his member but she couldn't help it. An ache developed more in her belly as she realized how desperately she wanted his thick length to fill her up. He was largely well endowed, which she had suspected after feeling it pressed against her.
The head of his manhood head wept for her as she continued pumping him in her hand and he began thrusting his hips. His breathing became more labored and Lucy felt pride well in her stomach at the thought of pleasing him.
She pushed him gently off of her, flipping them so he was on his back. Lucy hovered above him for a little while, pressing kisses to his mouth and down his chin to his neck. Bucky was a mess, breathing heavily and trying his best to contain himself.
"I want to try something," She whispered in his ear before biting his earlobe and gently pulling. He groaned as squeezed her ass again tightly, feeling his lower body twitch at the sensation and his hips pushed up to try to create fiction with her body.
Bucky noticed what she was doing as Lucy began to kiss down his chest, paying extra attention to the bruised he got from getting punched, and down his abs. The flat of her tongue licked against his skin and groaned lowly, throwing back his head and trying his hardest to control himself.
As she kissed along the line from his belly button leading down to his pelvis Bucky spoke up, "Baby, you don't have to." He had never been with a woman, or at least a respectable woman like Lucy, who volunteered to do that.
"I want to." She whispered before spreading her hand over him, feeling how his blood rushed to himself, "Let me repay the favour." She was nervous, never having done anything like it before. But she wanted to try it with him. She wanted to hear him moan and call her name and lose control. She wanted to taste him and feel him against her tongue until he couldn't stand it.
Bucky only nodded, not having it in him to protest. His chest rose and fell sporadically, falling harder with each heavy breath. He gathered Lucy's hair out of her face like a gentleman as she began placing kisses to his member.
Her lips went to his skin and already he felt as though he were on fire. She kissed up his entire length and finally took him in her mouth. Her tongue ran along the underside of him and she continued moving her mouth up and down. If she was being honest with herself, Lucy had no idea what she was doing. But she loved the sounds he was making and wanted nothing more than to hear him continue making them.
"Shit, that's so good, darlin'." Bucky cursed and then ran a hand through his hair, muttering "Fuck," under his breath. Lucy never expected him to have such a filthy mouth but she didn't mind it. It aroused her even more.
He didn't even see to mind when her bottom teeth accident grazed him. He hissed in pain and she quickly apologized but he just told her to keep going. She felt a little bashful about how inexperienced she was with these things but yet again, Bucky didn't seem to mind for a single second.
The taste of him on her tongue drove her to near insanity. The saltiness mixed with the feeling of him hitting the back of her throat was a sensation she had never previously felt. Yet again, Lucy didn't know how much she liked it, but she certainly liked his reaction. Bucky began moving his hips up to meet her as she sucked on the head when he did so she began to choke but quickly regained her breath.
Saliva was trailing down her lips and soaking him. The parts which she couldn't reach with her mouth she took care of with her hands. He seemed to enjoy that just as much, muttering swear words and moaning as she continued. She choked a few more times but carried on, wanting to taste his release on her tongue.
When she felt him tighten and begin to thrust more into the softness of her mouth she knew he was close. "Oh, fuck," He breathed again. Lucy loved hearing him swear. It made pride well in her belly and satisfaction course through her knowing that she, only she was the woman he was making those noises for.
Bucky suddenly pulled her up from his cock and kissed her madly. He grabbed her face with his hands and held her tightly, kissing her as though she were his life force.
"Was that good?" She asked timidly when they separated, a little scared he didn't enjoy it as much as he let on. He wiped the excess saliva off her chin with his thumb.
"So, so, good. You did amazing." He pressed his lips to her cheeks, and then placed a gentle one to her mouth. He flipped them so she was in her back again. She squealed in surprise and he maneuvered his mouth down her body, "Now let me take care of you."
His mouth went to her nipples again and Lucy arched her back and squealed as he bit her lightly. He continued going down, his mouth dragging along her skin until he reached between her legs.
Lucy almost wept in anticipation. If it felt anything like it did before she needed to have him between her legs again. Bucky nipped at her clit before placing her legs over his shoulders. His fingers reached out to touch her, gently moving them in a way that Lucy hadn't even experienced by herself.
"You're so wet for me," He whispered dirtily before entering his index finger into her. With the penetration, Lucy gasped and had to cover her mouth from moaning too loudly. Her hands gripped the sheets as Bucky's lips attacked her.
She was rolling her hips into him so much, trying to create more friction that he had to put an arm over her to pin her down. He added another finger as his tongue focused on her clit. Lucy was positive she was so soaked that if she were to get up from the bed there would be a noticeable stain on the bed sheets.
"Oh my God, Bucky!" Lucy gasped his name and said it like a prayer. She loved the way it tasted as it left her lips.
Her hands tangled in his hair and pushed him further into her. She could feel him chuckle against her. He was like a starved man who was being given his last meal. His tongue did things that she never even imagined, all while his fingers continued thrusting in and out of her.
Lucy couldn't keep her noises of pleasure to herself. She was gasping, crying out, and moaning. To him, those noises sounded like heaven. Nothing sounded better than her exasperated calls of his name. She gripped the sheets harder and pulled at them as Bucky continued. She had no idea that a man could make her feel this way.
He looked so beautiful with his head between her legs. Lucy tried to sit up on her elbows to watch him but collapsed on her back as soon as he began doing something that caused an ache to build deep in Lucy's core. She gasped again and called out for him, her hands going tighter into his hair.
Lucy could hardly contain herself as she felt something building and building inside of her. A massive pressure began to wash over her entire body as Bucky administered his assault. Lucy could feel herself right in the edge, pleasure about to course through her very essence.
When she finally released she had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming. Tremors shocked through her and she was left a trembling mess. Bucky finally finished after feeling her body's reaction. Lucy hastily greeted him, her mouth attacking his with desperation. He merged her eagerly, his tongue still having her arousal upon it.
When they separated, Lucy had to catch her breath, "Oh my god, I don't even— what? Jesus, Bucky." She gasped as she settled on the bed, a sweaty and breathless mess. Her forehead had a light sheen of perspiration on it where her hair stuck to her wet skin, "That was…" She chuckled, unable to form an intelligent thought, "You made me forget my own name."
"Told you I would," He gently pressed his mouth to her forehead in a tender gesture of affection.
Lucy only hummed in happiness and wrapped her arms around his shoulders as they molded together once more. She felt him still hardened against her leg and once again she quivered with a need for him. She needed him inside her, to finally he joined together and moving as one.
She took his cock in her hand and pressed it against her waiting heat. He groaned as his head came in contact with the slickness of her folds.
"Lucy, I don't know if we should umm," He paused to clear his throat. He scratched the back of his neck before admitting, "I don't have a rubber." Saying that was one of the hardest things he ever had to admit. He wanted Lucy more than he had ever wanted anything.
Lucy was happy for the fact he didn't have a rubber on hand, because it meant he likely wasn't going to brothels in the passing towns with the other men on base. But it also was unfortunate at that moment for the two of them.
Lucy felt her stomach drop for only a second until she shook her head and kissed him fully on the mouth. She poured all her affection into it, showing him for desperately she wanted him.
"That's okay," She whispered.
"But what if you get—?"
"We'll figure it out," Lucy promised and he nodded.
"Yeah," Bucky nodded and repeated after her, "We'll figure it out." Together. He wanted to say but he kept quiet. He also didn't tell her that he wanted a baby. Not at that moment, of course. But eventually, at some point, he knew he wanted Lucy to be the mother of his child.
Their lips met in a fit of passion. Bucky took himself in his hand as he hovered above her and stroked himself a few times to ready himself. The feeling alone of being against her womanhood was too much for him. He bit his cheek as he ran himself through her again, hoping to coat himself in her arousal so he wouldn't hurt her.
"Are you sure?" He asked her once more, making sure she fully consented. It was important to him to know what she fully wanted this. It wasn't just a spur of the moment decision but it meant just as much to her as it did to him.
"Yes, yes! I'm sure! I need you so much," Her voice faltered at the end of her sentence. She could hardly stand waiting a moment longer.
Bucky nodded before burying his head in the crook of her neck. He placed tender pecks up her skin which made her shiver in anticipation. Lucy spread her legs wider for him so he could settle comfortably between her hips.
At first, when she felt the tip of him enter her Lucy almost shuttered. He inched in further, waiting for her to take him all in. Lucy stretched around him and shifted uncomfortably at the foreign sensation she hadn't felt in years. His cock bottomed out finally when it seemed like a lifetime of her trying to adjust.
When he was fully sheathed inside her he let out a groan. Lucy stiffened slightly from taking his entire length in all its fullness. She hadn't felt so full in so long, and even though it was moderately uncomfortable, Lucy felt herself relaxing with each passing moment.
"Are you alright?" Bucky asked her, concern dripping from his voice.
Lucy's heart welled from his sweetness of making sure she was okay. She nodded breathlessly, unable to find the words. She had never felt this way before, as though everything in the universe was aligning. In those few moments of him tucked inside her everything was perfect.
"I'm fine, I think." She said back softly. "I think you can start moving,"
"Oh thank God, I don't think I could take you just gripping me like this for too much longer." He breathed out a sigh of relief, emitting a small chuckle.
His lips captured hers as he started moving. Suddenly Lucy's entire body felt on fire. The man above her was like a god, who could manipulate and use her body like no other.
She had never experienced anything quite so sensual and raw and animalistic as making love with him. Their bodies clashed against one another as Bucky moved his hips to meet her. His hands tangled with hers as he held her pinned to the bed.
Their sweaty bodies collided in sync. Lucy felt herself trying to take him in even more than what was humanly possible with each strong thrust he made her take.
Her thighs wrapped around his hips and his greedy hands tried to pull her closer. Their lips were molded as no space between their bodies existed. They were one together, inseparable, joined in the most natural and pure form of love.
Her hands clawed at his back as he picked up his pace, "You're so tight. Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me." He groaned in her ear, making her shutter. Each dirty word he whispered to her made her all the more aroused.
They're bodies rocked together and each slam of his hips collided with her pelvis. He was beginning to slip in and out of her at a much easier rate. He picked up his pace just a little bit, not being too rough but not as gentle as he was at first.
Lucy moaned under the sensation. Each nerve in her body was screaming at the feeling in him inside of her. Although she had pictured what being with him intimately would feel like, Lucy never imagined it would be quite like this
Lucy was surprised when he pulled out of her suddenly. She wanted to cry at the feeling of emptiness. She needed him back inside her and moving with her once again. They were like two magnets, craving to be joined.
To her shock, Bucky aggressively flipped them so she was resting on top of him. Nervousness filled her as she realized what he wanted her to do.
Not only was she not confident with her body, but this position seemed much racier than him being on top. "Buck, I don't know. I'm not sure if I'm comfort—,"
"Hey," He sat up and took her face in his hands. His lips tenderly met hers in a chaste and gentle affirmation of his feelings, "S'okay, sweetheart. I'm right here, you'll be fine." He comforted her and then laid back down.
Lucy nodded, knowing that nothing was wrong with what they were doing. This was just something new and scary, but she wanted to please him. He would never make her do anything she wasn't comfortable with, and Lucy knew she was capable of trying things more adventurous.
Taking him in her hand she slid down him slowly. It entered her far easier than the last time since she had become used to him. Lucy's breath hitched after he had become fully inside her. He was much deeper in this position and she felt an odd feeling which she hadn't ever had. Moving up and down slowly Bucky let out a pleased groan. His hands went to her hips, coaxing her to move on top of him at the pace he wanted.
Her hands went to his chest as she felt him hit something internally. She began to get breathless again, feeling the overwhelming build-up she had experienced earlier. Bucky watched her move on top of him with wide eyes. He drank in the sight of her hovering above him, bare and skin slick with sweat and peppered with the love bites he had left.
He moved his legs up behind her and began meeting her thrusts. They moved together at a more frantic pace and Lucy called out as he let out a pleasurable cry with her. He felt her tightening around him more with each buck of his hips.
"That's it. Ride me just like that," His hoarse voice filled her ear and Lucy blushed. All the previous shyness she had felt melted away. She grabbed his hands and made him clutch at her breasts. The deeper he entered her, the more her climax built with each roll of her hips.
His hand dropped to where their bodies were joined he gently attempted to bring her closer to her release. When she finally exploded around him again she saw stars. She tried to last as long as she could, continuing joining their bodies as she rode through the pleasurable waves. When she couldn't take it any longer, Lucy fell into his chest and trying to catch a breath, Shs felt Bucky's hands tangled in her hair as he kissed her sweetly.
She was so out of it she didn't even realize she was on her back again and he was on top much like how they started. Scratching at his tender skin, Lucy dug her nails into his back. Her legs wrapped around his hips, holding him against her.
He was thrusting into her with such force that the bed slammed into the wall each time he rocked his hips into hers. The headboard clashed each time and made a creaking noise which would have been apparent to the men downstairs what was going on. But Lucy didn't care, all that mattered at that moment was him.
The mattresses squeaked each time he moved her body with his own. His pelvis was grinding into hers, creating bruising each time moved his hips forward. He was going harder than before, and she could see by his stiffening muscles and his sloppy thrusts that he was close. His thrusts became sloppy and uneven, he tried to keep moving through until he was finished.
With another curse word and a satisfied moan, Lucy could feel him pulsing inside her, twitching to release. She felt a warmth explode inside her as he came, releasing himself in her womanhood.
"I'm sorry," He whispered out of breath, not having it been his previous intention to finish inside of her.
"It's fine," It was different for Lucy to feel his warmth still enveloped inside her. She shook her head and held him tightly, not ready to separate from him just yet.
He stilled finally and gently laid on top of her. Lucy brushed some sweaty hair off his forehead and looked in his eyes. Her thumb brushed his stubbled cheek. Bucky pulled out and Lucy felt an emptiness where he used to be. They were both panting and out of breath, Lucy could feel the remnants of him thickly spilling out down between her legs.
He captured her in a bruising kiss once more. His hands that held her hips traveled to her face. Bucky fell off of her with a stifled groan and laid on his back, facing the ceiling. Both their chests rose and fell heavily as they tried to collect themselves. Every nerve was on fire, each bone turned to dust. Their blood was still running hot and their hearts were pounding inside their chests.
In the most simple of gestures, Bucky took Lucy's hand and brought it to his lips. He laid a gentle kiss on her skin and only said, "You were incredible."
"Yeah?" Lucy let out a half-laugh, trying to turn in her side to look at them. They had made a complete mess of the bed, the sheets tangled and wet, "So were you."
He pressed his forehead against hers and chuckled at her compliment. He looked in her eyes and Lucy could see just how much he cared for her. Every ounce of affection was in that stare, he brushed some hair out of her face. Lucy fell into his touch more, never wanting to be separated from him again. She saw how he looked at her and Lucy had to ask something. She had to know exactly how he felt.
"You really love me, don't you?" She asked. Lucy was almost scared of what he would say. But from the look he was giving her, she knew it was the truth. You don't look at someone like that unless it was the truest form of love.
"With all my heart." Was all he whispered back.
Well ... That was saucy. Saucy indeed. I'm no stranger to writing a little bit of smut but I can confidently say I've never written one quite like that. In some ways, I'm massively embarrassed but also proud? It's strange, for sure. I wanted to capture the aspect that they established a physical relationship not because they're just two horny youngsters, but because they love one another (even if Lucy doesn't fully know it yet). I hope I established all the emotions and made it as tasteful and as beautiful as I possibly could. Hopefully, y'all enjoyed it, if you didn't, I'm sorry. And if you did, well… There's more where that came from ;)
Thank you so much,
-A
Oh, please don't forget to review! I always get super nervous after these types of chapters and second doubt myself. So if you love me, or want me to continue writing some smut lmk.
Follow and favourite, there's some cute ass after-sex fluff up ahead.
