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Chapter XXXIX
Undisclosed location within an Austrian Forest, 1943.
They had arrived at the Austrian partisan camp not long before darkness had settled over them. And to Lucy's pleasant surprise, as if things could not get any happier for her, she had found out it also happened to be New Year's Eve.
The partisans and their families (which Daniel had helped out during his time with Hydra) were a little overwhelmed by the number of people walking into their make-shift village hidden in the woods, were all too welcoming on the holiday. Although they did stressed they could only stay there for the night, as it would attract too much attention and supplies were dwindling.
As soon as they walked into the camp, the women were on them. First to make sure the injured and children were taken care of and then making sure they had food in their bellies.
For the first time in what seemed like forever, Lucy had the chance to eat a warm meal. She didn't even realize how hungry she had been while she was at the Hydra base since her stomach had a gnawing feeling of hunger behind it she had just gotten used to. And although she only was given one bowl of soup, with very little substance and mostly just warm water, it was good enough for her at the moment.
She licked her spoon clean, and with her finger got the reminder out of her bowl and reveled in the taste. However, her moments of peace were small, since as soon the women had seen the state in which she looked they began fussing over her.
Of all the women that had been in the Hydra base with her (although there were very few, perhaps only fifteen or so) Lucy looked to in the worst condition.
Her dress was tattered, her stockings torn, and her hair was a greasy mess as blood and grime were streaked across her face. The moment she finished eating she had elderly women grabbing at her and pulling her away, making her slightly nervous.
Hilda followed with giggles as the women also tried to fuss over her as well. They shoved fresh clothing and coats into their hands and ushered Lucy to a river that wasn't far off.
Several of the men had already crouched by the water and poured the freezing water over their heads and tried to clean themselves.
Now, the river wasn't as busy thankfully, but the thought of that didn't comfort her as they began to forcefully strip her. The village elders weren't exactly gentle as they tore off Lucy's dingy clothes until she was only left in the ratty lingerie she had been wearing for what seemed like months. They finally pushed her in the water and Lucy had almost cried at how frigid it was.
The cold was a shock to her system as she stood in it up to her thighs. Her hands clutched at her chest as she shivered violently, chunks of ice floated past her as she got in. The women poured basins of water over her, making her white lingerie become see-through and stick to her body.
She screamed at each cold shock but scrubbed herself as quickly as she could so she could once again get warm. The grime took a little while to get off, and as she continued to try to scrub she didn't focus on covering her nearly nude body.
It wasn't until she heard a wolf-whistle aimed in her direction that she began blushing, knowing nearly everything was displayed under the see-through white silk.
Some of the women began to shoo away her objectifier, yelling a series of insults at him until Lucy recognized the smiling, laughing man. She convinced them it was alright since Bucky stood there on the shore with a shit-eating grin as he washed his face, also trying to get himself clean.
"You have an admirer, Luce." Hilda giggled from the shore since she had finished washing before he showed up. Hilda's face was beat red, the blush creeping up her cheeks at the scandalous idea of a man watching her friend bathe. Even if Bucky was her fiancé, Hilda was still bashful on such a topic, and it was clear from the whisperings of the older women that they as well thought it was slightly taboo.
"More like a peeping Tom!" Lucy shot back, loud enough so Bucky could hear from the shore.
Bucky shot his hands up defense, "I just came here to wash, I can't help that there's the added benefit of a nice view!"
Hilda blushed even more at his words. Lucy laughed, and the low murmurs of the women told her of their disapproval, but she didn't care. All she cared about was the way his eyes raked over her body and took her in like she was Venus being birthed of the sea. She felt like the most beautiful work of art when he looked at her like that, eyes hooded with desire and longing.
She felt a familiar ache between her thighs she hadn't felt since the last time she had seen him back in the farmhouse. And suddenly, with the heat pooling in her lower belly, she was happy for the cold water shocking her system.
As soon as Lucy deemed herself clean enough, she trekked over to him where he was waiting with a warm blanket for her with open arms. Lucy covered her chest the best she could, trying not to reveal too much, especially since he was already looking like he wanted to eat her up.
"All clean?" Bucky asked her as he wrapped the blanket around her shoulders, rubbing them softly to generate some more heat as she shivered violently.
"All clean," Lucy assured him as her teeth clattered together.
"Poor thing, you're as cold as ice." He said as he wrapped his arms around her and Lucy sunk into his warmth. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead which caused Lucy to sigh.
"Think you're gonna have to get under the sheets with me and make me all warm again?" She teased, remembered how they held one another after she had fallen in the lake after parachuting out of the plane. It was so long ago it almost seemed like another life.
Bucky chuckled and shook his head, "Doll, after that show I don't know if that's a good idea. You might wake up to find something poking you in your backside." He already had enough blood rushing to his lower body, he didn't need to think about how she would feel pressed against him.
She cocked her head and bit her lip, "Now what would you be doing bringing a knife into bed with us like that?" She teased him.
"Hardy har-har, you've developed a real sense of humour since I last saw you, apparently." Bucky teased her back with a smirk.
She smiled, "Torture seemed to have brought out my funny side." He continued to rub her arms and back, trying to generate more warmth as she stayed in his embrace.
"Although, I see it's done nothing to suppress your 'trouble' side." He chuckled as he spoke into her damp hair, pressing kisses into it.
"And you want that to happen? I thought you liked that I was in trouble." She cocked her eyebrow as she pulled back to look at his handsome face, "Don't you wanna get into trouble with me?"
Bucky swallowed thickly at her implications. The thought of seeing her moments ago with that silk lingerie plastered to her stunning body was still making him want to go hot and heavy with her. In fact, it was taking all his willpower as he held her close to not paw at her like a horny teenager, "I wanna get into all sortsa trouble with you, babydoll." He said lowly, causing a shiver to run down her spine.
She only smiled at him hazily, looking up at him and seeing how he couldn't take his eyes off her for even a moment. Lucy's feet began to get cold, so she moved to step on his boots, prancing up and down to keep them from touching the snow.
"You devil," She whispered, "Talkin' to a lady like that before you wed her. Can you imagine the uproar?"
"Those old crows are already lookin' at us like we're a bunch of hooligan kids. Why don't we give 'em something more to talk about?" He winked, the nasty looks they were being given were also noticed by him.
"Buck," Lucy scolded him, "They're our hosts. Plus, what if they think I'm a whore?"
"Then they can come talk to me. I'll set them straight. No one accused my best gal of being a whore." He kissed her forehead, his arms wrapping tighter around her as she continued to step on his boots with her chilly feet, "Besides," He said smugly, "I didn't even pay you for our last wrestle under the sheets, so there's no way you can be a whore. You'd be a really bad one if that were the case."
Scandalized with her jaw dropped open, Lucy pushed him away with a huff. He only chuckled as Lucy turned back to the group of women who were still standing on the shore.
Some of them looked on with crossed arms and disapproving gazes. They clearly weren't about to tolerate such scandalous behaviour going on in their camp from unwedded miscreants. As Lucy stumbled over, the padding of her little feet getting cold from the snow, she grabbed the clothing that had been given to her and bundled it under her arm. And despite none of them speaking the same language as Lucy, she knew she had to defuse some of the tension so they wouldn't think she was just running off with some random soldier.
Lucy lifted her left hand and pointed at her ring finger, signaling to them he was her husband (although it was a little white lie, they wouldn't have to know that). Suddenly the women were laughing and hollering, their disapproving gazes turning to something softer.
They shooed Lucy away, encouraging her to go spend time with her husband. Lucy's cheeks turned red as she returned back to Bucky happily, the blanket still wrapped around her shoulders as a large smile was plastered on her face. He eagerly took her hand and brought her further into the woods so she could have privacy as he helped her change into fresh clothing.
As soon as they were far enough away, Bucky began to help Lucy get the blanket off her shoulders so she could change. Lucy quickly grabbed the blanket, biting her lips and stopping him.
"Are you going to be a gentleman and behave?" She asked with a sideways grin, trouble sparkling in her dark eyes.
Bucky licked his lips, "Well there are no promises, but I'll try to contain myself. Either way, we had to get you out of those wet undergarments." He joked with her, and finally, she allowed her blanket to fall to the ground. Bucky quickly had her move on top of it so that way her feet weren't as cold, his hands on her waist as he pulled her, "Although this is a sight for sore eyes."
"No peeking!" She scolded him before she turned around and he did as well, facing the opposite way from her, although he loathed to.
With a sigh, he was about to protest but decided against it and closed his mouth. As he turned his head to look over his shoulder, Lucy was staring back at him and was about to quickly get on his case. He could see her about to scold him for peaking and Bucky quickly defended himself, "Last time! Last time, I promise!" He laughed, but then turned back around and peaked once again, trapped in her snare.
She could feel his eyes on her but she ignored it, knowing it was useless to try to talk him out of it. Clearing his throat, Bucky admitted, "I'm sorry, I'm peaking again." He had to be honest with her, figuring she should know he couldn't help himself.
With a sigh, Lucy only replied, "I know." She didn't mind. In fact, it caused pride to well in her belly when she thought of him lusting after her body.
After a few moments of silence and Lucy attempting to get the soaked articles of clothing off of her, she finally spoke up, "You know, we decided to get married before talking about the important things." She bit her lip.
"I love you, and you love me. What else is there to cover?" He asked her as she turned around and stripped off her satin brassiere. He handed her the new one she was given and she shivered. He noticed how much weight she had lost, and how he could see her spine ever so slightly. However, it didn't change his desire for her in any way. All he wanted was still to trail his lips down her back, kissing up to her neck.
"Really? And you don't think things like religion are important?" She asked him as she then stripped her knickers, Bucky tried to avert his eyes as he saw her bare backside when really all he wanted to do was run his hands over her.
"I grew up Catholic, though I don't practice anymore. My Ma does though, and if she ever found out she'd probably pull my ear pretty good and drag me all the way to church. How about you?"
"Catholic as well, all though I started getting more in Judaism when I was with Daniel. I like the culture and the history. Are you a Democrat or Republican?"
"Democrat." He answered her honestly, passing her new pair of panties and watching as she slipped them on over her silky thighs, "Though I've never understood politics much. FDR though… he's a helluva president." He cleared his throat as he tried not to focus on the half-naked woman before him.
"I agree," Lucy turned around with a smile, and although her undergarments weren't as fancy as her last pair, she still took his breath away. He directed his eyes elsewhere, trying to be a gentleman. But it was becoming increasingly difficult, especially when he found his trousers becoming a little tighter.
"I think the most important thing though," Bucky said as he pulled her by the waist towards him, making her giggle, "Is that we're damn crazy about one another. Everything else is background noise that we can figure out along the way." He promised her as he moved some of her wet hair out of her face, "Now let's get you all dressed up before you catch a chill, yeah?"
"I'm not that cold." Her toes were cold, but beyond that, she felt fine. "You make me feel all warm."
"Well then, I'll get you dressed for my benefit then. Because resisting you is becoming pretty impossible." Bucky didn't know how he was keeping his hands off of her. All he wanted was to run his palms over her soft flesh, feeling every dip and curve, making her moan for him until she became a breathless mess.
Lucy took his chin in her hand and forced him to look at her. His hands splayed over her waist more as he pulled her in, his lips capturing hers. Lucy sighed in the kiss, feeling his arms wrap around her tighter to keep her warm.
He licked her teeth gently, causing her to open up to him. She mewed ever so slightly, nearly melting in his touch. Truly, nothing else in the entire world could ever rival what kissing him felt like. Breathing him in and taking his tongue in her mouth, Lucy felt the sweetness of it as it brushed along hers. Teeth clashed and his hand went from her back to having one behind her neck and the other very naughtily grabbed a handful of her behind.
Giggling slightly, Lucy pulled away, "Ohhh no you don't!" She warned him, "You keep your hands off, pal! I don't trust you one bit!"
"Don't trust me? Luce, how could you not trust me?" He teased her, "When have I not been trustworthy?"
"This is how you do it! You start kissing me sweet like that and making me feel like all sorts of heaven and then that's how I end up on my back naked," She warned, slightly accusing him.
Bucky's lips grazed her neck, "I didn't hear you complain' before," His facial hair scratched the soft skin of her neck, making her shiver and causing an aching need to develop inside her. She missed him so damn much. She just wanted to be close to him.
"Making me yours before marrying me." Lucy shook her head in disbelief, "For shame, James Barnes! For shame! Tryna turn me into a less respectable kinda woman. I wonder what your mother and father would say." Lucy teased him, her tone light and joking under its false accusations.
"Well, my Ma would beat me like a runted mule until I was black and blue. Then she'd have me singing confessions for weeks at a time," Bucky chuckled and then scratched his chin, a cocky eyebrow shooting up "And my Pops, well... He'd take one look at ya and tell me job well done."
"I see trouble runs in the family," Lucy replied snidely.
"Must run in yours too then." He said replied, handing her the garter belt with the rest of her clothing.
With a smug grin, she only requested one thing, practically causing his heart to burst in his chest, "Help me with my stockings?" She asked him, the devilish look in her eyes only grew more and more.
Getting to his knees, he only shook his head, "You trying to kill me, huh baby?" He kissed the inside of her knee as she propped it up on his as he kneeled in front of her, "You're gonna give me a heart attack one of these days."
She shivered ever so slightly. Goosebumps ran up her skin since he was no longer blocking the wind with his body and holding her tightly. Lucy began to feel cold. However, her face was burning up from how much she was blushing. Even though they weren't partaking in any sexual act, the entire situation of Bucky being completely clothed and Lucy in her underwear, him on his knees in front of her and putting her stockings on for her was completely erotic.
Her breath hitched and a knot formed in her stomach when he began to pepper kisses up her knee. "Never gonna get used to seeing you like this." He whispered so quietly that Lucy barely heard. She slipped on the garter herself without his help since he was looking at it a little confused, but he managed to get the first wool stocking on without any problems. He dragged the scratchy material up her leg torturously slow, kissing along her bruised kneecaps as he did so.
His knuckles raked against her soft skin, and secretly Lucy wished his touch would travel higher to the place between her legs where she burned for him.
"You're so pretty, pigeon." He whispered to her, causing a shiver to run down her spine and jolt to settle deep in her stomach. "A goddamn angel," He kissed her bare stomach, where her panties met her hip bones.
"You think so?" She hummed, a content and smug grin on her face, looking like the cat that ate the cream.
"Well, I have two eyes and a brain, so yeah!" He smiled widely as he helped her get her next stocking on. Her shoes were next, and finally, Lucy could put on the plain, button-up, dress that she was leant. Although Bucky hated the idea of her dressing up instead of dressing down for him, but he knew she needed to put clothes on.
"The brain part is debatable," Lucy teased him, causing him to pinch her bum, making her squeal ever so slightly.
"Watch it, young lady." He ordered her with a commanding voice, "You better watch that little mouth. I won't tolerate you sassin' me like that,"
"Or what?" She threatened as she did up the buttons of her dress, looking at him with wide eyes. He loved seeing how her cheeks turned pink for him as she blushed. Especially when he told her naughty things and they flirted back and forth.
"Or I'll turn you over my knee, lift that skirt up, and start spanking that pretty ass of yours until it's all red."
"You promise?" She whispered lowly, her voice dropping so it has a mischievous growl that caused him to twitch in his pants.
"God, you're a minx." He pulled her in tightly and gave her a pick peck on the side of her head, "You drive me crazy, dollface." He watched her as she ran her hands through her tangled hair, trying to brush it out. Watching her was like watching art come to life. Each moment had him in an absolute spell, and he wondered if there would ever be a day if he wasn't absolutely entranced by her. Every single second he spent with her didn't feel like it was enough. He only wished the war would end soon, so they could go home and get married like how they wanted.
She did her hair up in the best way she could, given she didn't have a comb or a mirror, and as Bucky watched her and then placed a coat over her shoulders, they could hear the music begin from the camp.
"Celebrations?" She wondered with an upturned eyebrow. Dark had just finally set, and it was still light enough to see without the help of a lantern or fire; Bucky knew they had to get back soon if they didn't want to be walking around the woods aimlessly in the night.
"We should get back," Bucky suggested. Steve was probably wondering where he was. After all, he had only told him he was going to the river to wash up, and he had been gone for over half an hour. He'd likely start to get worried. "Sounds like they're starting early." They had a lot to be happy about. After all, they were no longer prisoners.
He grabbed her hand after she placed her shoes on and picked the blanket up from the ground. Before he was able to walk away with her, Lucy stood her ground and kept her feet anchored so he wouldn't go anywhere.
She stopped with her hand in his. She didn't want to go join the celebration and give up the few moments they had to be alone together. "Come here, Sergeant," Lucy said with a smile as she pulled him by the jacket so he could swoop in for a rough, smoldering kiss.
"Is that an order, Lieutenant?" Bucky asked with a smirk.
"Do you want it to be?" She retorted, a devilish look in her eye. He loved that little twinkle that constantly sparkled in her dark orbs.
"Sweetheart, you can boss me around all damn day," Bucky promised her before capturing her lips in a hot kiss once more.
Lucy stood on her toes to balance in his arms. Her mouth nibbled on his as their kiss only grew. She reveled in each moment that their lips were joined, his soft tongue finding its way into her mouth. His hands were on her waist, gripping her strongly and trying to pull her in closer to him. Her hands ran through his soft hair, scratching his scalp. The roughness of his scruff brushed against the tenderness of her face, but Lucy didn't mind for a single second. Kissing with swollen, used lips, she could never get enough of him.
Lucy knew their time together was limited. Not only because they had to go join the others in the camp, but also because of the war. After all that happened, who knew if they would survive it all? And not to mention, the moment they got to base, they would likely never find moments alone. Deep down, Lucy also had looming fears of being transferred the second her superiors found out about their relationship. But she tried not to focus on that.
In that moment there was only him. He consumed her, the warmth of his mouth drawing her in. There was no space in between their bodies, her breasts pushed against his chest as their kiss went on passionately. He drew her in closer, trying to eliminate any type of distance that laid between them. He had spent so long without her, without feeling her, without having her as his, the thought of being apart for even a moment drove him to near insanity.
Tugging her bottom lip with his teeth, Lucy let out a soft whine from this roughness but only retaliated with her own. Open mouth kisses were her counterattack, their tongues brushing hotly. Bucky moved their bodies so she was pinned against a tree, his figure looming over her as he held her delicate face in the palms of his hand. His thumb brushed along her cheek as her arms went behind his back to hold him steady pressed against her, trapping him to her body.
They pulled away, Bucky noticing her dark coloured lips, bruised from his needy administrations. He brushed his thumb along her bottom lip, the pad of his finger drawing along with it. He wanted nothing more than to capture it in his own again, and to have her lips on his until the world ended.
He saw her panting, her chest rising and falling and a dark, yet there was still a timid look in her eye as she trembled. There was just enough light left in the day to see how she shivered in anticipation of him. He smiled down at her, giving her that signature Bucky Barnes look that made her grow weak in the knees. Swallowing thickly, she gazed up at him widely, taking every little detail of his face in.
"You okay?" He whispered softly, pushing a tendril of her hair behind her ear.
She nodded, her eyes getting shiny from her tears, "I don't want to lose you again." She whispered loudly enough for him to hear.
Brushing her hair back so he could see more of her beautiful face, he only sighed as she looked up. Her arms were still wrapped around him, softly moving up and down his back. She gazed up at Bucky and looked at him as though he had the universe in his light blue eyes. Her eyes flickered to every feature of his face, trying to remember each small detail as though she was seeing it for the last time.
"Hey," He whispered back to her, "I'm not going anywhere. I'm here with you now, and I'm never leaving you again."
"You can't promise nothing bad isn't going to happen," Lucy looked away and bit her lip. She was on the verge of tears, and Bucky knew at that moment she loved him more than anything. He assumed that there were very few people in her life who could make her get emotional, and he was one of them.
"No," He agreed, "But baby, I'd rather spend these few moments with you and forget all about that. Five minutes with you is better than nothing. So I'm gonna take what I've given, and thank God every damn day I met you in that bar in Brooklyn."
Lucy burst out a little into tears, sniffling and looking down, ashamed she was crying. Bucky tilted her face up to his again, not wanting her to hide her emotions from him, "Just seeing you on that examination table nearly killed me. If something was to happen to you—,"
"It's gonna take so much more than this war to keep me from lovin' you for the rest of my life." He cut her off, promising her, "And if I die, I swear to Christ." Bucky kissed her nose as he held her face in his hands, "I will come back and haunt the hell out of you."
Lucy smiled, bursting out into pained laughter and she licked her lips, "And you're insane if you think I'm not going to haunt you either. You're never gonna be able to be with another woman." She giggled through her tears, as Bucky eloped her deeper into his arms and pecked her nose again. The few stray teardrops that fell down her face he got rid of by kissing them away, trailing down her cheeks and making her smile.
"Good, cause I don't want any girls but you, doll." He said then moved some hair out of her face, "I'm with you now and forever."
"Till the end of the line?" She asked him, recalling what he said when he promised to follow her on her missions.
"Till the end of the world." He corrected, whispering softly.
She nodded, content with that, wiping the corner of her eyes away with the back of her hand, almost embarrassed by her moment of weakness. Bucky took her hand and placed a kiss on it, the feeling of it on her skin lingering there even afterward.
"Why don't we go and join the others? After all, it's almost 1944, and we have an engagement to celebrate." He reminded her, a smile on his face.
A grin creeping on her lips, Lucy nodded in agreement, "Let's go."
Lucy couldn't contain her laughter as she spun around and around and around with Hilda as they danced. Their hands gripped each other tightly, fearing to let go. With the momentum they had gained, one of them would have been sent falling to the ground should their grip had loosened.
Accordion music filled the air, the heat of the large fire was on Lucy's skin, and she felt sweat drip down her back from all the dancing she had done.
And Goddammit, she was so happy. Coming to a halt on their spinning, they laughed boisterously and hugged tightly, nearly falling to the ground from how dizzy they were. The partisans from the village were playing whatever instrument they would find. And although it was no Ella Fitzgerald or Fred Astaire, their joyous sounds were good enough for Lucy.
Merriment filled the air, and as she panted to catch her breath, bending at the hips and her hands in her knees, Lucy couldn't stop giggling. Hilda somehow was ready to go for another round though, insisting Lucy join her again and Lucy shook her head in refusal. How that girl had so much energy, she would never know.
The taste of home-brewed beer was on her lips, and the lingering bitterness of spirits had long since past. Everyone was drinking like no tomorrow, and she was sure her lips were stained a dark colour from the wine she had been drinking previously. And although she had a fair amount, Lucy hardly felt the effects of the alcohol.
Moving to the side so she could take a break to get some air, she watched as all sorts of people danced by the fire. The reds, oranges, and yellows of the large pit kept away the darkness that threatened to swallow them. Snow fell to the ground, but Lucy hardly noticed. The heat radiating off her body from dancing and laughing so much propelled any type of cold from settling in her bones.
In the sanctuary of the forest, among the tall trees and in the groves of peace, there was no war. There was only joy and smiling faces, large belly laughs, and people sharing kisses between sipping liquor and spinning around. The young women of the village danced with their own members, but also the POWs. Who, despite getting a little rowdy, were still behaving themselves.
The noise should have attracted unwanted attention, but no one could care. It was New Year's Eve, and they would leave their troubles for tomorrow. For now, they enjoyed themselves.
Lucy was so caught up in the beauty of sheer human happiness and freeness, she didn't even notice as Steve Rogers approached her, two cups in his hand filled with more liquor.
"Need to wet your whistle?" He asked her, passing a cup over to her with a large smile.
"Please!" She panted and eagerly took it, sipping the dark liquid and feeling it tingle on her tongue and burn in her stomach.
He looked down at her and smiled, "Having fun?"
Lucy nodded vigorously. It was the most fun she had in… well, she couldn't even remember the last time she had just gotten drunk and danced. Let alone in a forest with strangers in front of a large bonfire. The happiness of everyone was contagious, and she couldn't help but smile. People howled with laughter, urging the music players to play their tunes even faster.
Snow settled in Lucy's hair, but she hardly noticed. All she could focus on was the beauty before her. The freedom without care, the opportunity to do whatever the hell they wanted, it was like watching a film of the most capturing scenes.
A group of women around the fire, dressed in dark robes but with gleaming faces, holding hands as they danced in a circle. Lucy thought it had to be so beautiful it was looking at work of art. As they skipped and jumped, their hands clasped together in a display of sisterhood and female devotion, she could have sworn she had seen it before. They skipped around like the women in Dance by Henri Matisse, a sense of feminine power and captivating beauty about them.
"I've never seen anything like this," Lucy admitted. Every person there was celebrating their freedom. The partisans from the escaping Germans, the POWs, and civilians from Hydra. It had an artistry about it unlike anything else she had ever witnessed.
"Good," Steve nodded as he looked out and saw Hilda happily dancing away with Daniel, running him around ragged, "I'm glad." With a clearing of his throat, Steve admitted to her, "Buck told me how you guys found each other again. It's quite the story."
With a pursed smile, Lucy nodded, "It is. We're lucky." She stared across the fire to see Bucky and Dugan engaged deep in conversation. Her eyes caught on his blue orbs and she couldn't help but grin wildly.
"Although," Steve licked his lips, "It feels like I finally just got him to shut up about you. Now we're back to square one." He snorted, shaking his head at all his lost progress. Lucy looked at him and he stared back at her, realizing she looked different from the last time they had seen one another in the alley back in Brooklyn at Lee's Steel Mill. But then again, Steve looked quite different too. "I'm glad it's you." He admitted, "I'm glad that he finally found someone who makes him happy and keeps him on his toes."
"Thanks, Steve." Lucy smiled sweetly at him, her heart melting ever so slightly at his admission.
As Lucy and Steve continued to chat casually, they hardly noticed Bucky appear beside them, "What are you two trouble makers gossiping about?" He put his arm around her shoulders possessively, and Lucy practically melted under his touch.
"Just you." She wanted to see him squirm, "Steve is telling me about all your embarrassing stories."
Bucky glared at Steve, who only chuckled, "Better not be." He threatened, "He might have finally sprouted a couple feet, but believe me when I say I can still kick his ass." He promised before raising his cup to his lips and taking a sip of his own drink.
"I'm teasing," Lucy assured him, but then got a wicked look in her eye, "Although, I am still waiting for Steve to tell me about all the trouble you used to get into." A devilish look formed on her pretty face.
"Trouble?" Steve asked with a surprised expression. "Who's trouble? What kind of lies have you been spinning to the lady?" Steve looked accusingly to Bucky, who turned away bashfully, "James Buchanan Barnes is not trouble, let me tell you." Steve revealed.
"He's not?" Lucy looked at Bucky strangely.
"Unless you count helping little old ladies cross the street trouble? Or going on grocery runs for the young mother on the corner when she can't get down there? But, you know what? I think I recall a time he didn't get a lady's chair for her. Or maybe he didn't get the door once? Oh! And I'm sure he never mentioned he took Rebecca to her ballet classes every week! Or the fact he planned out a double date where we went to a science convention!"
Lucy looked at Bucky scandalized, "A science convention?" She asked Steve in disbelief, "Well, did he take her to some abandoned hallway while he was there and try to fool around with her or something?"
"Nope." Steve looked at Bucky with a smug expression. "Was a perfect gentleman."
"And here I thought you were some ruffian trouble-maker!" Lucy exclaimed in disbelief, shooting an accusing look at her fiancé.
"Steve, what are you doing?" Bucky demanded, "I have a reputation to maintain!" He looked at him, completely flabbergasted by his betrayal, "I had her believing I was hot stuff!"
"You're still hot stuff to me." Lucy assured him and patted his cheek, "Even though you were secretly into science." She added with a giggle, knowing it only made him far more attractive to her.
With the scowl Bucky was giving him, Steve decided to take his leave, chuckling to himself and going to get another drink. Suddenly it was just Lucy and Bucky alone until Hilda came bounding up, their moment of peace interrupted.
"Lucy, Lucy, Lucy! Did you see how Daniel picked me up and spun me around?" She giggled as Daniel stood not too far off away from them, breathing heavily. He looked slightly like he was a prisoner, his warden being Hilda.
Lucy chuckled, "I saw." She noticed how Daniel wiped the sweat off his brow, looking exhausted from the teenager bossing him around to dance with her.
Hilda looked at Lucy's cup curiously, "What's that? Can I have some?" She asked, Lucy nodded and told her she could only have a small sip though. Hilda took the cup graciously and took a large sip instead, despite what Lucy said. She nearly spat it out in disgust but ended up swallowing it, "Oh, that's horrid!" She wrinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out, causing Lucy to laugh.
"I said only a small sip!" Lucy let out a small chortle upon seeing the teen's unimpressed face.
"Bucky, can we go dance?" Hilda asked excitedly, even though she had already taken several turns with him and he had yet to dance with Lucy.
"Next turn, kiddo. I gotta dance with my best girl first." He promised her with a small wink.
With a frown, Hilda pouted, "I thought I was your best girl!" Bucky only shrugged and pursed his lips together.
"You're a close second." He promised her, which appeased her just enough. Suddenly Hilda turned to Daniel again, who was looking a little worried she would force him to dance once more.
"I'll just ask Daniel then!" She smiled widely. Lucy laughed as she saw the light leave Daniel's eyes and his face lost all colour at the prospect of having to go another turn.
"Hilda, why don't you give Daniel a break?" Lucy urged her, seeing how he had sweat gathering on his forehead. "You have the poor man beat!"
"But I want to keep dancing!" She pouted, once again reminding Lucy of Adeline.
"Are you sure you two aren't related?" Daniel asked again, his hand on his hips as he watched Hilda prance over to the poor Captain, selecting him as her next victim. Daniel was still panting from dancing so hard, trying to catch his breath. He wiped some of the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, "God, she's like Adeline incarnate." He huffed, making Lucy snort as she had to admit he was right.
"Ooohhh Steeeeevvee!" Hilda giggled away as she called out, making him pale ever so slightly. He was able to take on an entire base of Hydra soldiers, but when it came to dancing with a fifteen-year-old girl, he looked scared shitless. He looked around quickly for a moment, wondering if he could make a hasty escape without her noticing, but unfortunately, Hilda was far too quick and she had caught up to him.
Both Bucky and Lucy laughed upon seeing the comical scene, although they felt a little sorry for Steve. Looking back at her as Lucy watched the young girl, Bucky smiled down, "What do you say, doll? Wanna take a swing?"
Just as Lucy was about to say yes, someone grabbed her arm and pulled her into the dancing circle. However, she held onto Bucky tightly, dragging him in with her much to his dismay.
Soon they were laughing and hollering as they held hands with others, spinning around and dancing around the fire like madmen. Lucy was giggling so loud that she couldn't believe how giddy she got when she began dancing again. The music sped up and they only moved faster.
To Bucky, although she laughed madly and had a large smile on her face, looking damn near certifiable, no look was better on her than happiness.
Everything fell in slow motion as he saw her move. It was like he was stuck in a dream and the music faded and all there was her. Just her and her large smile as she danced with him and strangers. Her hair was tossed in the night, sweat on her brow, her dress clinging to her. Her skirt swirled around her legs, looking enchanting. She was so damn gorgeous, and he was so entranced that he hardly noticed when people began to break up from the circle and find their own partners as the music switched to something slower.
Suddenly she was there, her chest heaving with heavy breath, and his arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her in to dance closely to him. Lucy smiled widely as they slowed, and suddenly they were the only two people in the world.
"It's certainly no Margaret Whiting." Lucy criticized as his forehead rested against hers. She could smell the sweat on his skin, their bodies sticky from moving so quickly, but neither of them minded. "But it'll do." She whispered as he held her close.
"Beats dancing in the dingy streets of Brooklyn outside some loud bar," He reminded her, his mouth gently trailing against the warm skin of her forehead. Her eyes fluttered close from the contact.
"But not as good as being alone in the farmhouse." Something in his stomach tugged as he recalled how the last time they danced like this they had managed finding their way in bed with one another.
With a small smile, he assured her, "That was the best night of my life." He admitted sweetly.
Lucy could feel his hot breath on her cheeks, and suddenly she wished for nothing more than that they were alone. With a small swat to his shoulder, Lucy blushed, "You're only saying that because you saw me naked."
"And it was something else, let me tell ya." He promised her with a chuckle. His lips gently caressed the side of her face, the warmth of them staying on her skin even after he took them away. "I'll take that memory with me to the grave." He promised her. Although there was the small disappointment that the first time with his wife wouldn't be on their wedding night, Bucky wouldn't have traded that experience for anything.
"I got something for you," Bucky admitted a little nervously, fidgeting as they danced.
"Oh, you shouldn't have!" Lucy giggled excitedly, wondering what he could possibly have gotten her.
"Relax, relax." He eased her excitement, "It's nothing special." He promised as he reached into his pocket.
Lucy smiled widely as she saw it was a little piece of thick string tied into a circle, mimicking a ring, "I figured I needed something to show you off as mine." He cleared his throat, his cheeks turning pink ever so slightly. "If I have to see one more guy come up to you and ask you to dance, I'm gonna have to start fending them off with a shovel."
Before Lucy had the chance to speak, he cut her off again nervously rambling, "It's no fancy jewelry, and I promise I'll get you a real one. But I just thought you should have somethin' to show you're promised to someone." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, second-guessing himself as he looked down at what he held in his hand and though it were stupid.
"I love it," Lucy promised him with a large smile.
His eyes flashed to hers excitedly, "Really?" He asked a little in disbelief.
"Yeah!" She laughed and nodded, "Put it on!" She said happily.
With a smirk, Bucky got down on one knee, making everyone gasp. And although they were already engaged, it didn't make Lucy any less happy as she saw him there in front of her. He held the little string ring in his hand, laughing at it slightly as he spoke, making her heart flutter and butterflies form in her stomach.
"Lucy Heinrich, will you agree again to be my wife?" He asked her with a grin.
"I will." She nodded, having to bite her lip to keep herself from smiling too much.
His grin only grew as he slid the tiny string on her ring finger on her left hand. Upon looking at it, Lucy hardly needed a real ring. This would do. All she needed was him, anyway.
As people cheered, Lucy and Bucky hardly noticed the happy calls of congratulations as he returned to his feet. Suddenly, the people were counting down from five, multiple languages in the mix.
But Lucy didn't care about that. Because as soon as his lips were on hers, time stopped. It was only them. They were the only two people in the world. And as her hands tangled in his hair and his hands found their way to her waist, Lucy wanted to remain in the moment forever.
They kept kissing despite the cheering and hollering as the new year was ushered in, the clock moving past midnight. But the only thing Lucy could feel was him as his mouth was on hers. She couldn't help but smile as their teeth clashed as they moved against one another sweetly.
Oh, how she hated how that moment came to an end. If time could stay frozen, this is where she would want to be until the end of her days. Pulling away slowly, both Bucky and Lucy beamed at one another like love-struck idiots.
"Happy New Year, Lucy." He whispered to her, making her heart feel all sorts of full.
Whispering back to him, Lucy could only say, "Happy New Years, Buck."
People shared their kisses and continued celebrating. Lucy had her arms locked around him again as he peppers tiny smooches to the side of her face as she giggled sweetly.
However, their momentary peace was ruined as a loud, boisterous voice made itself known, "I said before the new year, did I not?" Dugan roared with glee, his face reddened from how much he had to drink. "Did I not call it?" He demanded with arms spread wide as he stumbled over to them.
With a sigh, and hoping he would get Lucy to himself, Bucky turned his attention to Dugan, "You did call it." He loathed to admit it, but Dugan was right.
The redheaded man sauntered over with a joyous look on his beaming face. With his hands, he touched both of their cheeks, "Ahhh, look at you two! All grown up and getting engaged and what not. And to think you actually used to despise one another! But I knew, nooo siirrr you can't fool ol' Dum Dum. I know when there's sexual tension," He winked at them as he slurred.
Drunkenly, he reached for Lucy and kissed her on the mouth, much to her shock and Bucky's chagrin. When he pulled away from leaving a bruising smooch on Lucy's lips, as she looked on with wide eyes at the drunk, as he grinned happily, all red-faced and cheery.
Bucky was about to call him out when suddenly Dugan switched, grabbed Bucky's face, and then planted a kiss on his lips too, his shock evident as Dugan burst out laughing after pulling away.
He looked at the couple and once again hit their faces in a little love tap to the cheek, "You two! God, I love you two! Make me proud and have a son, will ya?" He made them promise, and as Bucky was about to answer, Dugan's eye caught on something as he called out, "Hey, Cap'n! I gotta talk to you about somethin! How do you feel about puttin together a team?" He stumbled over to a surprised looking Steve.
As soon as he left both Lucy and Bucky chortled in laughter from the gross display of public inebriation as they exchanged a look. With a squeeze to her hand, Bucky looked at her mischievously, "Wanna go somewhere private and get into trouble?"
Her corner lip turning up devilishly, Lucy then turned and whispered, "Meet me in the woods by the tank in five minutes!" She ran off to avoid looking suspicious, looking back at him a few times as he had his hands in his pockets as he watched her go.
As he looked on at her, he could practically feel his heart sigh, knowing he would never be more in love than he was at that moment.
Exactly five minutes later, Bucky found himself in a clearing of the woods where they had left the stolen Hydra tank they acquired as they broke out of the facility. No one was there guarding it, since they were all celebrating.
Bucky could hear the music carrying in the air, evidence of the celebration not dying down anytime soon.
The wind picked up, carrying some of the snow flurries a little faster. He shivered as the cold wind hit his back, but thankfully he knew Lucy would likely be there soon and he could warm up by holding her close. His hands were in his pockets as he looked down at his boots, kicking up snow as he waited for Lucy in the dark. As he thought of her, he couldn't help but smile.
And suddenly when he heard a feminine voice he was smiling even more, "Hiya handsome," Lucy appeared with a cocked brow as she emerged from the trees, "Come here often?"
"In these neck of the woods? Nah." Bucky took his hands out of his pockets walked towards her, "A little too dodgy for me." If she wanted to play, he could play along.
"You looking for someone to spend the night with, by any chance?" She clicked her tongue, a troublesome look in her gleaming eyes.
"Why, you offering?" He asked with a cocky brow. His smirk was so devilish it looked absolutely sinful.
"Why, you interested?" She quipped back as she approached closer to him. His stomach flipped as she came closer and already he felt his blood growing hot.
"Could be. What's in it for me?"
"A night of a pretty lady lovin' you so good you forget your name." She smirked as she went closer to him, practically purring.
Thinking about it for a moment, Bucky only nodded "Now, that is an attractive offer. If you see that pretty lady, send her my way will ya?"
"Bastard." Lucy hissed under her breath as her hands reached out for his chest, pushing him so his back was pinned against the side of the tank. The cold metal pressed against his clothed skin, sending a chill into him but he didn't care. All that mattered was the woman before him.
"What was that?" His hands were at her sides, holding her frame gently, although he gave her a small squeeze in punishment.
"Bastard!" She said again, this time more confidently so he could hear the spewed insult directed at him. Lucy's breath hitched as he began kissing her neck, his lips grazing her soft skin. He could feel her breath hitch and he couldn't help but smile against the tender softness of her flesh.
"Now, that's not nice. Might have to punish you for having such a dirty mouth. Would you like that?" He said as his knee went between her legs, her heat coming in contact with his clothed thigh. Her hands went up and down his shoulders, feeling him and drawing him in closer to her.
"Bucky—," Lucy gasped as he held onto her waist tightly.
"Yes or no, pige. Do you think you should be punished for having a dirty mouth like that?"
She nodded, a little dumbstruck by how bold he was being. Heat pooled into her lower body and she couldn't help but gasp as he shoved his knee between the skirt of her dress, allowing him to feel in between her legs.
"Well then," Bucky chuckled lowly, causing her to nearly grind on his knee just to release some of the pressure building where she wanted him to touch her the most, "Let's find something to do with that pretty little mouth other than callin' me names."
It was then his mouth finally captured hers in a bruising kiss. He wasted no time in probing her mouth with his tongue, forcing her to taste him. Lucy practically squealed as she ground against his thigh yet again. He could hear her soft gasp as their tongues moulded, becoming intertwined. Their kisses, sloppy and wet, displayed nothing more than desperation.
And he was desperate. Desperate to feel her, to touch her, to hear those sweet moans come from her pretty lips. He wanted to taste her and feel her squirm under him, to have her bare for him and calling his name in a way that made him think he had died and woke up in heaven; because that's what she was. She was heaven.
His teeth clashed roughly against hers, and as he felt her squirm against him again, his cock pressed against the zipper of his trousers painfully. He had been semi-hard ever since she pushed her body to his and danced close to him, but now her delicious tongue was caressing his and he was tasting the inside of her sweet mouth. He could hardly contain his excitement.
His hands dipped from her precious waist that he loved to hold and took to the love handles of her hips. They continued lower, adapting a mind of their own as he gripped at the soft flesh of her clothed backside. He would never tell her just how much he obsessed over her body, how he fantasized over it, sometimes hoping she would get mad at him only so she would walk away and he could get another eyeful of her rounded ass.
His fingers gripped her tightly, earning him a small bite in relation. Her hands traveled up his chest and he wondered if she could feel how hard his heart was pounding for her. That girl did things to his body he didn't even know was capable, making him feel an overwhelming sense of sensory overload as he drowned in her kisses.
When he pulled away, thinking he had perhaps been too bold and rough, Lucy only stopped him by grabbing him by the collar and reattaching her lips to his desperately.
His hands grew bolder as he held the body of the woman he loved tightly in his grasp. He bit at her lips as she gasped, pulling her softness into his teeth.
Suddenly her hands dipped amidst their passion, trialing from his chest downwards. When she finally reached where he desperately craved her touch he couldn't help but let out a small groan as her fingertips pawed his strained manhood.
Suddenly she rubbed the palm of her hands against him as he attached his mouth to the soft flesh of her neck. Their hips desperately looked for friction, trying to gain a sense of release that only they could give one another. Feeling dizzy from her administrations, he captured her mouth in his once more, kissing her deeper than before.
His blood pumped to where she was grabbing at him, causing a deep desire to settle in his lower belly. He moved his hips against her more, his leg still between her own as she sighed softly as he continued tasting down her shoulder.
Her other hand was tangled in his hair, and Bucky was positive that the heat created between their two bodies was enough to melt the snow settling over them. Rutting into her once more and feeling her hand grace over his zipper and feeling the hardness under it, he finally had enough.
"Doll, you're umm... " He was a gasping, breathless mess. "You're ermm... Uhh..." He groaned again as Lucy continued to stroke him through his trousers.
"Yes?" She placed her lips on his most sensitive part of his neck, causing him to growl lowly and turn her around so it was her back pressed hard against the tank, her skin digging into the tough metal.
"You're gonna cause me to make a mess in my trousers if you keep grabbing at me like that." He was finally able to coherently get words out of his mouth.
Lucy only smirked devilishly, her dark eyes looked into his as she shifted her hips again, causing him to groan once more.
"I want you," She nipped at him, nearly causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head from how insatiable his girl was, "Please, Bucky, I want you so badly,"
She took his hand to where her skirt was raised ever so slightly, his hands trailing up the silky skin of her perfect thighs. He finally reached between her legs, clothed in the panties he had watched her put on earlier with lust in his eyes. He felt the wetness gathered there, his thumb gently stroking her and causing her to let out a sharp gasp.
"Please," She begged again, causing him to nearly blow his load right then and there.
"Okay," he breathed out shakily, staring down at his woman with swollen lips, the bottom of her face red from where he was kissing her roughly and his stubble had scratched her delicate skin.
He never needed her as much as he did at that moment. He was desperate to have her, make her moan, to fill her, to make her call out for him. The thought of being joined together again caused him to get even harder than he thought was possible.
"C'mere," His mouth was once more slammed against hers, harsh enough for it almost to bruise. He then pulled away, looked down at how her chest rose and fell for him and how desperate she was for his touch. That fact that he had such an effect on her nearly drove him wild. "Let's get in the tank," He ordered, causing Lucy to blink in confusion.
There was no way in hell he was going to take her girl out in the open like she was just some common whore. She deserved better than that, and he'd be damned if he let anyone see her in such a compromising position.
She then nodded, understanding what he was saying as she then turned and climbed up the ladder, Bucky following behind her and staring up at her behind hungrily as she moved upwards.
As soon as they were on top, he quickly pulled open the hatch, volunteering to go first so he could help her get down. Although it was dark in the tank, it was still light enough for him to see. And with careful hands, he helped Lucy get down, his lips on hers in an instant as soon as she came through the hatch.
Their bodies couldn't get close enough to one another, immediately closing all space that existed between them. They kissed each other like they had been starving for it like she was his life source, his oxygen, and he had been living his entire existence without it.
Pushing her into the paneled dashboard, and careful not to accidentally hit anything his greedy hands immediately went to the buttons of her dress. "Someone's a little eager," She gasped breathlessly as he bit her neck softly.
"I gotta see you," He whispered back, his voice husky and low and causing her
"Fuck, sweetheart, I was counting down the days until I saw your gorgeous body spread underneath me again,"
"Maybe I should make you count some more, huh? Make you wait to see it again until our wedding?" She could hardly make out the words, the mere suggestion of it being torture.
He slapped her ass roughly for her comment, making her let out a little squeal, "You wouldn't dare, you wicked woman." He growled lowly.
Pushing her dress from her body, his eyes caught on every inch of her newly revealed skin, unable to take in enough of her standing there only in her undergarments for him. She was the damn prettiest thing he had ever seen with swollen lips, little bruises up her neck from where he had sucked a little too harshly, unknowingly marking her as his.
Mine, mine, mine, the thought flooded in the back of his head as he saw her before him. She was all his. His woman built of fire and gunpowder and furry. But also his baby of sweetness, his princess, the love of his life.
Bucky growled as he saw her taking off the stockings he had taken such care to put on her in the first place. But as soon as he saw the paleness of her long legs, everything in his mind went completely blank. All he wanted was for her to wrap those legs around his shoulders and for him to wear her like a goddamn crown.
Lucy reached out in desperation to get his green henley off of his head so it could join her dress in a pile on the floor. His undershirt was next, feeling the bite of the cold in the air but not minding for even a single second due to the heat radiating off her body. When he was around her all he could feel was warmth, like a hearth in the center of a home… Home… She was home. She would always be his home.
He worked on his belt as he saw her other stocking slide down her gorgeous thighs and suddenly he was on his knees before her, pressing kisses up and down to the newly exposed skin. He helped her with her shoes, kissing her ankles as he threw them without a care in the opposite corner of the secluded tank they had taken refuge in.
His greedy hands slid up her thighs until they reached the tops of her panties. With hooked fingers, he dragged them down in a torturously slow manner. She threw her head back in wanton need for him as he got them off of her, finally seeing the most sacred part of her once more.
With his strong hands, he pulled her off the dash and had her sit down in the leather seat in front of it. She sat there like she was on a throne, and his breath hitched as the woman before him glowed in excitement and anticipation of his touch.
The thought of being caught spurred them both on. Lucy had never been in such a compromising position before, being completely bare in public, yet somehow it turned her on even more, especially at what Bucky did next.
Bucky spread her legs, forcing her knees up to her chest so she was exposed to him even further. And God, he nearly lost it at the sight of her completely open for him. She was all softness, a mix of all woman and skin, with an ocean of desperation for him leaking down. On the inside of her silky thighs, he rubbed the side of his scratchy cheek against her, causing her to let out a breathless whine. He placed small kisses up and down her gorgeous pale skin, wanting to remember how she looked all spread out for him and needy.
Still on his knees, he placed his hands on her. He couldn't believe this being, this woman, this goddess, was his. He knelt like a worshipper in front of her shrine, his tongue tasting her sweetness. He drank from her, tasting her honey-like essence, her ambrosia, her nectar. Her moans made him go mad. Her hands urged him forward. He ate from her like he was a starving man and she was a bountiful feast. His tongue played her like an instrument, coaxing sweet music from her lips.
If she was a goddess he would happily join her religion. A cult dedicated to her would be paradise on earth. So he could praise her every day. So he could taste her, love her, feel her, and cause her to fall apart at his hands. He would be blinded by love, happily being her willing worshiper, servant, her priest.
She was the type of woman wars would get started over. And he had never understood how that was possible until he was on his knees before her, drinking her like she was water in a desert. He had never tasted anything as good as her before, positive he could get drunk off of her alone.
She was moaning and calling out for him in a way he had never heard her do before. Lucy was looking down at him through heavy, lust-filled eyes. The soft lashes edging them brushed her cheeks as she closed them softly, his name heavy on her lips.
His hands touched every surface of her skin he could reach. He pulled away from her honeyed essence only to lowly growl, "Goddamn it sugar, you taste so sweet."
His dirty words built a budding pressure in the base of her spine. Her hands tangled through his dark hair again as he early returned to lapping her up. Lucy had never known a man to spend quite so much time between a woman's legs—and quite happy to do so, she might even add.
Bucky had never felt so needed, wanted, and desired, as he did in those few moments of kneeling before her. She had a way of making him feel like the only man in the entire world. And the fact it was him was making her emit those noises, and him bringing her to her peak, and it was his name she was calling out, made him want to go crazy.
"B-Bucky!" Lucy gasped as her back arched for him, "Touch me, please," Lucy Heinrich was not the type of woman to beg. But for him, she would drop all her pride and beg for just about anything.
His tongue never left her, but instead was joined by two of his slick digits which slid into her with ease. Sucking on her clit, he heard her little gasp and with his opposite hand, he couldn't help but grip himself in his trousers from the little noises she was making for him. The blood rushing to his lower body was almost painful, but he tried his best to ignore it as he focused on his lady love.
Her nails raked against his scalp as he hoisted her legs over his shoulders. He continued tasting her like she was the best thing in the world. Bitter and tang, but also sweet like sugar, she tasted like all woman to him. He knew of men who would never get on their knees and pleasure their gals, the mere thought of it taboo and sinful. But Bucky knew that if he was able, he would spend all of eternity with his head caught in between her pretty thighs.
Finally, with a small tug of her clit and the tiniest of bites, he felt her pulsing around his fingers and she cried out. A lesser man would have had to ask her if she finished, but Bucky knew his girl's body like the back of his hand.
Pulling away and chuckling at her reaction of her chest heaving and falling, her hair plastered to her sweat-slicked forehead, and her eyes looking dazed, Bucky sat back on his heels.
"You good, baby?" He asked her simply as he tapped her thighs gently.
Lucy sat up from where she had slumped downward on the leather chair. She looked like she had been through hell and back with her hair falling out of its updo and her brassiere half twisted from where his greedy hands had pulled at her from before. She could only say one simple sentence: "I fucking love you."
With a large smile and small chuckle from hearing her swear, Bucky pulled her into for a small kiss as he muttered against her half-open mouth, "I love it when you curse for me all pretty like that, pige."
With shaky legs, she got up to her feet and with starved kisses she attempted to rid him of his trousers. Bucky chuckled while their lips joined as she hastily tried to get him naked. Tongue running across his, Bucky tried to meet her fever on the same level.
His hands went to the back of her brassiere, which he noticed was still covering her soft breasts. With one hand he managed to undo it, throwing it somewhere with the rest of their clothes as he slipped his boots off.
Separating from her lips for only a moment, he finally was as bare as she was. He had never been harder than in that moment, struggling to get his boxers down as her eyes were immediately on the way his manhood stood proud for her. With spit-slicked hands, she reached out to touch him as he placed her back on the dash still being mindful of the various buttons and dials.
He could feel her spreading his pre-cum around his swollen head which begged for her touch. Lucy attempted to separate from his kiss so she could get on her knees and please him but Bucky quickly stopped her.
"You use that soft mouth of yours on me and this is gonna be over before it even begins." His hands dug into the flesh of her hips and his low voice once again shooting a jolt of desire into her lower stomach.
She could only nod dumbly, once again returning to her spot he had placed her on the panel in front of him. His lips trailed down her neck, leaving a hot trail of biting. He went lower to the breasts which he loved oh so much, but had sorely neglected.
Taking a pebbled pink nipple in his mouth, he gently bit her and caused her to let out a soft gasp. Her legs spread for him to come closer to her, his member reaching her slickness. To avoid hurting her, he ran the underside of himself through her folds, hoping to be coated in her essence. She shuddered as she could feel his pulsing member run through her, the vein of it underneath strained, proving to her that he was starved of her attention.
Letting go of her one breast and claiming the other, Bucky felt how she shivered in anticipation with every rut of his hips into her. Her nipple glistened under his administrations, still wet from his spit and he couldn't help, he couldn't help but shake his head at what a jaw-droppingly beautiful sight she was.
As he moved into the other one, taking it in his mouth and hoisting her thighs around him, she let out an exasperated sigh. She had finally had enough of his insistent teasing and gently took his face in her hands so he could return to meet her gaze. With just his head dipping into her, Lucy's breath hitched. Foreheads resting on one another, Lucy gripped him tightly as he lowered himself with his hand into her awaiting warmth. He entered her with ease, and suddenly all was right in the world.
He was impossibly thick inside of her, stretching her deep until the point she could barely just take it. He finally reached the base of him and then pulled back out, forcing her to take it as his steady thrusts began, making her practically go breathless.
"Fuck," Bucky let out a low groan as he was tucked inside her. She was as tight as a vice around him, gripping his shaft and milking him for all he was worth. Lucy couldn't say anything at all, but only let out the occasional sweet moans and tossed her head back so let him know she was enjoying herself too.
Reaching back to her hair, Bucky took it out of its pins so it would cascade down over her. She looked more like a goddess than before, one made of beauty, but also power. And she felt so good wrapped around him he wondered if she was made for him, or if perhaps whatever domain she was goddess off, had to have been of love and sex. No other woman before her had ever made him feel as good as she did.
Her thighs tightened around him as he continued moving his hips against hers. She called out his name, sending shivers down his the back of his spine. Nothing sounded as good as his name leaving her sweet lips.
Looking down as their bodies met roughly, he couldn't help but drink in the sight. It was like art in motion, their two sweat covered bodies met as one in the most wonderful, natural, animalistic form of affection. His stomach lurched ever so slightly as he realized she was completely naked for him, except for the string around her finger, symbolizing she was his.
"Oh God, darlin'," Bucky groaned as he looked down and saw where they merged together beautifully, "Look at you taking me so good like that." His hands trailed down her body which moved up and down with each harsh thrust he gave her. Watching it alone almost made him release, and her soft moaning definitely wasn't helping. "Shit, you must have been made for me. Must've been made to take my cock." He whispered dirtily, and that just about did it for her. She sat up as best as she could so their mouths could once again be joined.
It felt unnatural for them to not be kissing as they made love. And Lucy opened her mouth to him eagerly as their tongues met and wrestled, her arms wrapping around him.
The noises they were making were nothing like anything she had ever heard. The grunting, groaning, the sighing, the soft moans, and mewls all filled the air along with the sound of flesh on flesh each time their bodies joined.
He finally picked her up, his hands holding her steady as her arms wrapped around his shoulders. He moved her up and down so they continued with their rhythm, and Lucy could have sworn she had never had a man so deep inside her. Bucky could practically feel her heartbeat as he was tucked away so far into her. He continued on, his hips meeting hers and knowing she would be bruised in the morning.
When she was set down on unsteady feet, to her complete and utter surprise, he pulled out quickly and she nearly cried at the emptiness. "Buck—," She protested when she suddenly flipped around, his backside towards him as he spread her thighs so he could take her from behind.
If was yet again another position Lucy had never experienced, and the erotic thrill of it alone almost made her release. "I know baby, I know." He interrupted her, knowing exactly what she was begging for.
Lucy couldn't help but call out and grip the panels of the dashboard so tightly she thought her nails were bleeding when he finally entered her again. His hands were on her hips as he pulled her back to meet his thrusts.
Lucy couldn't help but smile while a feeling of satisfaction welled in her belly as she thought of how long she had spent as Hydra's prisoner, and how she was now getting fucked in one of Johann Schmidt's precious tanks; completely desecrating it.
Bucky continued, his hand gently continued on her hip while he other twisted in her newly freed hair. Their bodies slammed into one another as she took him the best she could. She gasped as she was suddenly pulled up so she was against his chest. He kissed her neck and the side of her face as his hands held her waist steady.
Their sweaty bodies were moulded together, and he could feel the heat radiating off her as her eyes were tightly shut, reveling with every sharp thrust. His hand reached down between her legs, aiding her in reaching her peak. Soon, all Lucy could feel was him. He was everywhere, his lips on her throat, his fingers on her clit, his chest pressed to her back, his hard cock moving deep inside her. All there was him, and no one else. She was consumed by him, filled with an everlasting need she knew she would have until the day she died.
And meanwhile, Bucky was still in awe of her. In awe of her body, and just how incredible she made him feel. In awe of how out of every man she had ever met, she somehow fell for him and was willing to spend the rest of her life with him. He couldn't believe the woman before him would be his wife, and that somehow he had tricked her into marrying him. She was his, completely his.
He felt her begin to shutter around him, her walls coaxing him further into her. She was close and he could feel it. His fingers moved more feverishly, attempting to grant her one more climax before he spilled over as well.
With his lips near her ear, he finally whispered in a low, velvet whiskey voice, "You gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock for me?" He knew he could coax another one from her body if she allowed him.
The next few moments were a blur. Lucy called his name again in desperation as she finally released and he wasn't far behind her. Holding her body as close as their position would allow, he felt her clenched tightly around his shaft as she moaned hotly, her body finally letting go how he wanted.
Upon hearing how she gasped his name in pleasure, Bucky could feel a white-hot burn develop inside him as he finally twitched to release, unable to separate from Lucy for even a moment. He continued to please her until he could no longer, spilling himself completely into her. He slowed as they panted, their chests rising and falling heavily from the vigorous love making they just endured.
He finally stilled inside her after he spilled all he had, his seed coating her walls. He twitched once more as he finally pulled out, feeling forlorn and already missing her even though she was right in front of him.
Lucy breathed heavily as they tried to come down from their joined highs. He turned her around so he could finally see her face, her gorgeous face which he loved so much, and his kiss swollen lips he had captured so many times that night.
Planting one more on her mouth, tasting her again, Bucky pulled away and brushed some of her sweaty hair out of her face, "I love you," She whispered as her eyes fluttered close under his lips gentle caresses all over her face.
He would never tire of hearing her say those words. As he looked down at the love of his life, he tucked another stray tendril behind her ear, "I can't even tell you how much I love you back." He said softly, making her smile. "And I hate to tell you this, but you are so stuck with me. The moment I see the next chapel I'm marrying you so hard."
Lucy couldn't help but let out a laugh, and as he looked at her, for the first time likely in his entire life, Bucky was truly, genuinely, completely, and utterly happy.
Awee, happy (and horny?) babies! I'm so glad they get to be together now. Finally, after all that build-up and slow burn, and then being apart and torture they enjoy the time that they have! I've always been a little uncomfortable about adding smut to my stories, but every review on my last chapter assured me that I apparently know how to write a damn good sexy scene. There will likely be another one included some time in the near future, although I don't know when exactly.
Two chapters ago I had the most lovely guest, Tombrodgangstar,ask me who I would cast in a movie as my OC's! I thought I'd share with you all who I have envisioned!
From day one I always thought of Lucy looking like Daisy Ridley. Something about the way Daisy plays Rey in Star Wars just resonated with me and every time I watch her I'm just like YES. That is Lucy Heinrich! (She's also the exact same age as Lucy too, which is an added benefit!) I also think Sebastian and Daisy would look DAMN CUTE together and their looks would complement one another so much, so that's another reason why I chose her!
While I had originally pictured Daniel as another actor, who I won't bother naming, at the time I wrote this, allegations have arisen about his violence against women. Since I choose to believe his victims, I have since gone back and changed this original note. I have zero tolerance for such behaviour, and the actor in question has no place in a story that has a specific theme of female empowerment. I now picture Daniel asOscar Isaac, but with cute little wire glasses. :))
Iris Apatow is Hilda 100%, and for Elsa, I had a young Sarah Rafferty in mind.
Scott Eastwood (but with black hair and a mustache) would be Gilbert Whitney.
And for Charles, although I've been told people envision him as Charles Boyl from Brooklyn 9-9, (lol, I died at those comments) I always thought he was more of a Josh Gad.
And lastly for Lucy's family, Blake Lively would be Beatrix, and Lily Collins would be Adeline!
Hopefully I didn't completely destroy the carefully crafted world you have all created in your heads by attaching names to faces. I'm so sorry if I did!
Also, if you guys like my work, I posted a little fluffy/goofy Cap one shot. It's filled with my terrible dad jokes, just like this one is. And it has Bucky (and Alpine!) in it WITH a sneak peek of my new OC from the next project I plan on releasing once Into Yellow concludes! Please make me the happiest writer in the world and go check it out and lmk what you think of it!
Thanks for reading,
-A
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