Hello, my friends! Thank you for your lovely comments on the last chapter. They're always so appreciated!
This chapter is a whole lotta newlywed fluff. Before we get back down to the nitty-gritty stuff I wanted to give our mains a little time to enjoy being married. It's shorter than what I usually write and I promise the next one will be longer. Regardless of its length, I hope you all like it!
TW: Some minor smut. Nothing like the last chapter, but also still rated 18+.
PLEASE READ THE NOTE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE CHAPTER. I've got something important to address which I'm hoping many of you will like ;)
Chapter XLIV
As Bucky awoke he felt as though he couldn't breathe. Sweat coated his body and his lungs burned so much it felt like he had been drowning. He woke up gasping for air, his heart pounding in his chest and his brain rattling in his head. He tasted the coppery flavour of blood in his mouth, knowing he likely bit his tongue. As the subject of his nightmare came back to him his hand shot out to touch the sleeping figure beside him to make sure she was still there.
He closed his eyes in relief as he felt Lucy, but quickly removed his hand from her skin, worried he would hurt her as he had done in his dream. As Lucy felt Bucky touch her, she gently stirred and hummed, "What is it?" She asked, her voice rough as she groaned in annoyance from the early awakening. The exhausted woman rubbed her eyes sleepily and yawned.
"Nothing," Bucky promised her softly, brushing the hair out of her face and kissing her forehead, "Go back to sleep," It was close to 9am, judging by his wristwatch which he picked up from his bedside table.
As he got up off the bed, he noticed a damp spot on the sheets he had been sleeping on, his sweat had soaked straight through them. Rubbing his face in frustration he sauntered to the bathroom as naked as the day he was born, wearing only his silver dog tags and gold wedding band. Before closing the door, he looked back at Lucy once more and her curled up on her side with her bare back facing towards him.
The sheet was draped around Lucy's waist, her hair still looking soft and wavy on the pillow which she rested on. He wanted to place kisses up her spine, wishing he could have stayed in bed with her until she woke up. But instead, he was plagued with nightmares, and his sweet wife laying beside him in the night, unfortunately, did very little to deter them.
This dream had been new, reflecting a new fear Bucky hadn't even realized he had until he woke up gasping for air. Usually, he always dreamt about the war, of a blood-soaked battlefield — of corpses he had to crawl over. Sometimes he dreamt of rats eating the flesh of the men he had seen die, witnessing them scurry out of their open mouths or the hole which a bullet had made, causing their skull to become a colour of crimson. Other times he dreamt of countless torture methods from the hands of Hydra. But the worst was always the ones that involved Lucy. Watching her get tortured was worse than seeing any horror on the battlefield.
As horrible as it was, he would rather have the gurgling sound of someone choking on their own blood than have to relive what Lucy's screams sounded like as they injected another serum of what felt like lava into her veins.
As Bucky finally closed the bathroom door he had to remind himself that everything was alright. The sanctuary of that hotel room was one of the few places where nothing bad could happen to them. They were safe in their own little paradise within those four walls.
As he calmed himself down and took deep breaths he yawned as he relieved himself of his full bladder. Once he had finished he made his way to the sink and saw his sunken in reflection. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was wet from the sweat. He had only slept a couple hours, and very likely could rejoin Lucy in slumber. But he was scared the dreams would come back.
As he washed his hands and then his face, he splashed cold water onto his skin and hoped it would wake him up a bit. Grabbing a hand towel he dabbed his face and stared at his reflection once more. He hardly recognized himself from the boy he had been back in Brooklyn. That boy who he once was no longer existed, replaced with a man who had seen his fair share of hardship.
As Bucky took another deep breath and attempted to compose himself before he went out into the room, he once more had to recite in his head that they were safe.
Leaving the bathroom, his breath was taken away as he saw his new wife dozing in peace. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. As sunlight leaked through the blinds, it saturated her skin and left small lines on it from the way it was coming into the room.
Bucky rubbed his face with his hands to remind himself he wasn't dreaming again. Instead of joining her back in the bed, he instead took a seat at the chair in front of the desk. He continued to gaze at her, watching her steady form as it rose and fell with each small breath.
He didn't know how long he sat there, staring and being jealous of the way the sunlight snuck in through the blinds and kissed her skin. He wished he had Steve's ability to draw, knowing she would have made a perfect subject. But he wasn't an artist in the slightest, no matter how much he wished he could be in those moments. Instead, he chose to capture the moment in his brain, knowing nothing could ever make him forget how she looked in those few peaceful moments.
Sighing and then picking up his boxers off the floor, he put them on silently so he wasn't completely bare as he began writing a letter to his mother. He realized he had only briefly mentioned Lucy in passing the few letters he had sent back home. Before they had fallen in love he had sent several describing his contempt which he felt for her. The tone eventually changed to fondness, although he never gave explicit details on just how fond he actually was of Lucy.
He imagined it would be quite a surprise for his mother and Rebecca to finally read that he had married the very woman he had sworn to hate. He dreaded the moment when he returned home and had to face his mother's wrath. She would be absolutely irate once realizing that her only son had married without her being present. She likely would also be surprised, as well as happy that he had finally settled down, knowing how he changed girls as often as he changed underwear. Bucky winced as he thought of how he was sure to get a good whack from a rolled-up newspaper once he saw his mother again, followed by a severe scolding. She wouldn't be mad for long, of course, and her anger would very clearly just be masking sadness from missing out on such an important day of his life.
He supposed he could make it up to her by giving her a grandchild, though. Bucky smiled as he remembered the first half of his dream and how Lucy had glowed from her pregnancy. He knew she didn't want children, but there was lots of time to discuss the matter. If he was being honest, it likely would happen on accident eventually anyway, given the fact they hadn't taken any precautionary measures.
As he picked up his pen and began writing, he had to stop as he got wrapped up in his thoughts. The thoughts of what his and Lucy's life would be like once they returned home overcame him. If they returned home, that is. But he would try not to think of that.
Bucky began thinking about moving back and how his small one-room apartment wouldn't quite cut it for him and Lucy. He mostly worried if Lucy had really thought about what life she would get after marrying him as insecurity seeped into his brain. She was used to large homes on the Upper East Side with her own suite and a staff willing to cater to her every need. She was used to a luxurious flat on the French Canal with various rooms and a library.
All the Bucky had was a single bedroom apartment in a not-so-great area of the borough. Once the war was over he'd likely go back to working at the steel mill. Perhaps with Lucy's influence, getting a management position; but that was it.
He wasn't like Howard Stark, or Daniel, or anyone else who fit her lifestyle. Perhaps he could get into insurance or something other than being a laborer, even though working in an office would likely drive him mad. But it would be worth it to give her the semblance of the life she deserved. The thought then crossed his mind that after the war maybe he could become a boxer, instead. He had always been good at fighting and professional boxing interested him. Although, he figured Lucy wouldn't be thrilled to see him come home with black eyes in the evenings.
Bucky thought about how embarrassed he would be to finally take her back to his apartment after the war. She, undoubtedly, would just smile and say it was perfect. Lucy wouldn't mind for a single second that it only had a small kitchenette, a two-person table, and a few dead plants on the windowsill which had been thriving before he left for war. The bedroom was simple with a quilt his mother had made for him on the twin bed with two pillows. She would make do, and never let him know her true thoughts, but Bucky still worried that deep down she would be disappointed.
And if a baby ever did come where would they even put it? It would sleep in a little crib at the foot of their bed for the first couple of months, at least. That way they could take turns waking in the night to soothe it's crying, shushing it sweetly as they rocked it back to sleep.
As anxiety began to well in Bucky's chest as he realized he had nothing to offer his girl, he tried to push it aside and write to his mother. He had mostly finished when he put the pen down and placed his face in his hands and let out an irritated sigh as his worries began to overcome him. The thought of Lucy not being happy in their life was not something that had ever crossed his mind before asking him to marry him. Would she eventually realize he couldn't give her what she wanted and leave? Would he be one of those fathers who rarely got to see his child because his estranged wife had desired another lifestyle?
He had to give her more credit. Lucy wasn't one who needed posh, fancy, things. She had come from nothing, and she promised all she wanted was to be with him. But still, deep down, it worried him.
He almost didn't notice how long he had been ponding such things. It was past noon when he had finally written his letter and then felt the gentle kisses of his wife as she wrapped her arms around him and placed her lips up and down his neck as he continued sitting in the chair.
"Good morning," She said in a rough, sleepy, voice as she peppered her kisses up to his ear.
"Good afternoon," He corrected her as he picked up his watch and noticed it was a quarter past 12.
Lucy gasped a little, "Is it really that late?" Bucky was in shock how fast time had flown since he had woken up, "My, aren't I a lazybones today." She huffed in disapproval at her own self.
"It is, sleepyhead. You plannin' on snoozin' the day away or what?" He asked Lucy as she came around to him and his eyes nearly fell out of his skull as he realized she was still naked. She smirked as she saw his reaction and climbed into his lap, ignoring the fact that he was suddenly hard as a rock. His heart started thundering in his chest at the new peculiar sight of seeing his woman bare as can be without any shame as most ladies would have. Bucky swallowed thickly as he looked up and down her glorious form and tried to keep himself from drooling.
"Well, I would have gotten up earlier if you didn't wear me out so much last night," Lucy's playful smirk sent his stomach into doing somersaults. Her hands played with the back of his hair as her arms wrapped around him as he took her more into his grasp. He cleared his throat as he realized that keeping his arousal down would be an immense struggle. "What time did you get up at?" She asked him, a concern reflected in her voice as she noticed the dark bags under his eyes.
"Around nine. Couldn't sleep," He told her and she nodded, not wanting to pry. Lucy could tell he didn't want to talk about it and she wouldn't pester him to tell her. "Watched you for a little bit," He admitted, "You looked so peaceful,"
"You were spying on me? Pervert." She accused him with a wink. He began to move his hand between her open legs where he could feel she was already wet and ready for him. Bucky moaned before taking her nipple into his mouth and biting down on it. He continued until it was slick with spit, hard, and earning for more of his administration as she let out a low whine and arched her back.
"Well, if you didn't look so damn appealing I wouldn't have had to spy. Couldn't get the image of you screaming my name out of my head," He separated from her to say, his voice low and raspy.
Watching and thinking about her had been his saving grace when he had woken up with such a start. If she hasn't been there he would have had to deal with his demons all by his lonesome. It made for some difficult mornings in the past, wishing that he was rather dead than having to see such awful images floating around in his brain. Lucy offered him a safe haven of sorts, allowing him to be at peace after it was all over.
"Blaming the victim, Barnes?" She tsked and shook her head before biting her lower lip and his thumb darting out to caress it. "Not very gentlemanly of you," She criticized before he reached up and kissed her hard on the mouth. Their lips crashed so hard that their teeth were knocking into each other. He could feel a shiver travel down the base of her spine and suddenly he was wanting to taste all over her body again.
"Never claimed to be one," He separated to mumble against her lips and then to only steal — yet again, another burning kiss.
Lucy almost forgot who she was dealing with for a moment, knowing what type of man her troublesome husband was. She would have rolled her eyes if he hadn't been kissing her silly in that moment.
Lucy whimpered into it as he kissed her harshly. It was a proper kiss of burning passion and desire. They continued until they could hardly breathe, their tongue gently probing one another's mouths. As his fingers were about to slip into her core his stomach made a low growl, signaling he hadn't eaten since dinner the night before and was starving.
He blushed as she only giggled, the mood having changed to something more innocent. "You hungry, baby?" She asked him as she stretched out a little. His fingers left her womanhood as his hand was placed on her thigh instead. She smirked as she heard his stomach let out another audible grumble.
"Famished," He sighed and then chuckled, "Good sex has that effect on me." Bucky winked at her before running a hand through his hair. Her heart beat a little faster in her chest when she was how incredibly handsome he was. Lucy never tired of looking at him, not thinking anyone could rival his devilishly good looks.
"It was good, wasn't it?" Lucy kissed up and down his cheek lovingly. She paid extra attention to the tiny little freckles dotting his skin.
"It was. You'll have to forgive me if I keep pestering you for some more." His fingers tickled her, making her squirm a little and giggle more. She tried to push him away but he kept her firmly seated on his lap, refusing to let her escape.
"Oh, I don't think I'll mind." Lucky snickered ever so slightly and gently placed a kiss in his hair, breathing in him and closing her eyes. His arms wrapped around her as he trailed his mouth up her chest, "We should shower before we go rustle up some grub," She wrinkled her nose in distaste as she sniffed him again, "You stink of sex and sweat,"
"Now whose fault is it exactly that I was sweating like a pig on top of ya?" He chuckled, remembering how it had dripped down his back from how much they were exerting themselves.
"Be nice to yourself! That's my husband you're talking about," She scolded him with a firm hit to his shoulder, "It wasn't a pig! Maybe… like a horse or something," Lucy couldn't think of another animal that would sweat like a pig. She laughed softly at the silliness of the conversation they were having.
"I can live with that." He nodded and shrugged, uncaring. "If we're comparing yourself to animals though, I had you purring like a cat," Bucky said seductively as he slid her hand closer down between her thighs once more as he kissed near her ear, sucking on the skin there, "My little kitten," He chuckled.
"Don't act so smug about it, you coy bastard," She warned him in a low tone as he gave her a sharp nip. She turned to see what he had been doing before she was up and saw he had been writing a letter. "Who were you writing?" She asked, but he was too distracted with running his hands up her body and placing sweet pecks all over her, "Buck?"
"Hmm?" He asked once she finally got his attention again.
"Who were you writing?"
"Oh, my Ma. Figured I should tell her I got hitched." He answered as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Given she didn't even know we were goin' steady, I take it she'll be pretty surprised."
Lucy sighed, looking down at the pages, "I suppose I owe my sisters a letter about that too. Charles as well." Charles was still at base camp, taking care of things as Lucy was on furlough. He had been jealous of her getting time off to London, but the reason why was because she had been a POW, so his envy eventually drifted away. "I think they'll be happy I won't be some lonely spinster for the rest of my life," She rolled her eyes.
"That little man does not like me," Bucky sighed and pursed his lips in distaste, thinking about their interactions of the past and how it was apparent Charles held less than flattering opinions of him.
Lucy nibbled on the top lobe of his ear, causing him to hiss and chuckle when she bit it, "He'll warm up to you," She promised and then gripped his chin in her fingers as she made him look up to meet her eyes, "After all, you're not going anywhere now." Peering back down at his letter, Lucy bit her lip and then asked suddenly, "Would Mama Barnes approve of me?" She asked him as she placed her mouth on his bare shoulder, her lips trailing up his warm skin.
Bucky chuckled for a moment, "Definitely not."
"Hey!" She laughed a little despite her hurt tone, "Why not?" He pulled her further into his lap, his hands on her waist, causing her to giggle.
"Because," Bucky licked his lips, wondering how he could put what he was meaning to say delicately, "You're crazy."
"Am not!" She gasped in shock, smacking his chest lightly in defiance again. He caught her wrist and his thumb gently caressed the soft skin that rested there.
"Are too! My Ma would have rather seen me marry the pastor's daughter."
"Well, you didn't marry the pastor's daughter now, did you?" She accused.
"No Ma'am," He gave her a lopsided grin with a chuckle, "Instead, I got a little spitfire."
"What made this pastor's daughter so special?" Lucy asked him, her eyebrow cocked up curiously.
"Beyond the fact she was from a good family? I dunno. I suppose she was soft-spoken, kept her head down, was always doin' nice things for people. She was quiet and dressed modestly too. She'd probably be a good mother; she was always helping out with Sunday school and whatnot. Arlene Mcgregor — that was her name. My Ma always was tryna make me talk to her after church. I don't think her family liked me much though, I suppose word got around how I was trouble. They thought I was some kinda skirt-chaser. They weren't wrong, of course, but still… She always blushed whenever I talked to her. Nice enough girl, I suppose. But I don't think we'd be a good match." He looked up at Lucy and then smirked, his fingers tickled her sides again and she giggled and pushed him away, "But now I ended up with a wife and I don't know what to do with her. She's a handful."
"A handful?" Lucy balked in fake pretense, "Watch your mouth, mister." She pinched him teasingly, making him laugh, "May I remind you we haven't signed any wedding papers yet. I could leave you and then you'd be forced to go crawling back to perfect little miss Arlene Mcgregor,"
Bucky's thumb brushed along her bottom lip again and she bit him, causing his member to twitch in his shorts once more. Blood coursed to his nether regions and he wondered just how he's managed to control himself for so long as she sat naked on top of him, "Behave now, young lady. Or I might do just that," He threatened her, making Lucy's eyes narrow.
"I bet she wouldn't fuck you like I do," Lucy whispered as she ran her hands through his hair. Her gentle touch brought his head back so she could nip at the flesh on his neck, he groaned and hissed from the contact of her teeth and he bucked his hips up, "I bet she would have been a traditional kind of good girl, only doing it with the lights out, nightdress on, while in missionary position."
"Not like my little hell-cat who bounces up and down on my cock like it's the end of the goddamn world," Bucky retaliated by biting under Lucy's ear again, making her shiver and practically squeal. Just as he was about to capture her lips and bring her back to bed she suddenly got a saddened look in her eye.
He paused, sensing something was bothering her. "Pigeon, what's wrong?" He asked her with a frown.
"Your mom really won't like me?" She asked sadly, clearly having dwelt on that. Bucky could see the disappointment in her eyes.
He sighed and gently pecked her tiny nose, getting a little bit of a smile from her, "Lucy, don't take it personally. My Ma just won't like how modern you are. She doesn't think girls should wear red—,"
"That's my favourite colour," Lucy pointed out with a pout as her shoulders shrunk just a little.
"I know, sweetheart. But my Ma thinks when gals wear red they're asking for the wrong type of attention. Plus, you wear nail lacquer and makeup. You wear your hair half-down sometimes. When you're in the field you wear men's clothing. You drink like a fucking demon —,"
"Hey!" She laughed in mock offense, making Bucky chuckle even more.
"You're not a Christian. In fact, since you were engaged to a Jew, she would probably count you as Jewish. And that's another thing; she wouldn't like that you were previously engaged. And that you had premarital sex—let alone with me! She wouldn't like how you spend more time studying books than you do paying attention to your husband—," He blew a raspberry on her shoulder, making her giggle, "And that you spent more time on schooling than you did raising a family. Not to mention you cuss like a sailor."
"So your mom is going to hate me. Great." Lucy sighed, looking disappointed. She rolled her eyes, wondering if it was a lost cause.
"It's a good thing you married me and not her then," Bucky assured Lucy, making her smile ever so slightly, "And besides, Becky will love you."
Lucy sighed, "Well, I suppose the good news is I'll only have to see her on Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter."
"Nuh-uh, baby. Every Sunday we gotta go see her at church. And then in the evening afterward we have to go to her place for supper." Lucy huffed, knowing that when they went to church no doubt she would be compared to perfect Arlene Mcgregor. Knowing she could worry about that later, she opted to tease him yet again instead.
"But you can't go to church!" Lucy joked with a smile, "You'll burn right up as soon as you cross the threshold!"
"Says you, you wicked woman!" Bucky said as he lifted her up and began tickling her, making her squeal as he tossed her on the bed.
He crawled on top of her, bringing his lips her stomach upwards as she sighed, "I suppose it won't be all bad. I'm sure I can make her love me at some point."
"I'm sure," Bucky didn't know if his mother would like any gal he brought home. Let alone one from war, but he let Lucy believe that.
"Dinner on Sunday night at Winifred Barnes' won't be terrible." Lucy said with a devilish smirk, "If I get anything at all out of it, at least I'll get to see your childhood bedroom."
"Why do you wanna see my childhood bedroom?" A grin spread on his face, "So you can defile me in it?"
"No!" Lucy exclaimed, scandalized, "I just want to see where you grew up! Although... The offer is mighty tempting." She kissed his chin and trailed her mouth to his neck, making him groan.
His hips began to move on their own accord, thrusting into her to be met with friction. She giggled as his lips feasted on her neck. The stubble on his face tickled her and she began squirming and trying to get away from him when he was unrelenting to loosen his grasp, "Take it easy, doll. I'm only tryna give you some lovin'." He told her, pinning her hands down.
"Oh! Is that what you've named it?" She looked down with a wiggling eyebrow to his erection tented in his boxer shorts.
"You're so cheeky today. What in the world's gotten into you?" He asked her as he nipped at her, and she snickered ever so slightly.
"Hmmm, I had a good lay last night," Lucy replied, looking terribly smug about it.
"That so?" Bucky asked with a smile. "Did he make you moan his name?"
She nodded and hummed in agreement, "That, and more."
"I may have some competition then," He only cocked his head before leaning down and claiming her lips with his. Their mouths opened to one another. Morning breath wasn't particularly pleasant, but neither of them found themselves caring too much. Especially when their tongues met and Lucy wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him in closer into her.
"Thought you were hungry," Lucy stated with a cocked eyebrow as they separated, knowing that if they continued they may not ever leave the bed again.
"I can just eat you for breakfast," He began trailing his open mouth down her stomach, ready to make good on his word.
"We have to leave this room at some point," She laughed, knowing they had things to do. The most important, of course, was that they needed to sign the papers at the courthouse. They'd need Steve and Peggy to be witnesses for that, and tracking them down might be a mission in itself.
"Why?" He groaned in annoyance at how logical she was being. Bucky hated that Lucy was right.
"Well, for one, we need food. And two, we should see our friends," She gave him a pressing look.
"We just got married, they'll understand if we don't see them for a couple days." He tried to reason with her he began biting at her nipples yet again. Lucy smiled at the prospect of having another twelve days of endless lovemaking. It would have to wait until they finished their errands, though. "I never liked 'em much anyway," Bucky wrinkled his nose as he tried to convince her.
"Even Steve?" She questioned.
"Especially not Steve." He retorted firmly, although he was clearly joking.
"Bucky," Lucy said in a pressing matter as he nipped at her hardening bud. She rolled her hips into his and squirmed, desperate for him to take her like the night before, but also knowing they had to eventually leave the hotel room.
"Yes, love?"
"Shower," She reminded him with a smirk.
Bucky groaned in annoyance and rolled his eyes, "Fine, but we're continuing this in there." He helped her off the bed and stripped his boxers. He noticed Lucy taking a peak and she only cocked her eyebrows at the fact his stiff member was standing tall and proud for her. He sighed, "It's been a difficult morning,"
"I can see that," She chuckled as they made their way to the bathroom. He picked her up and she giggled the entire time, he ignored her protests of how he was poking her in the stomach and only slapped her ass instead. She squealed out in surprise from the firm slap that landed there, leaving a red handprint on her porcelain skin.
As soon as they got into the bathroom Lucy turned on the lights and went to the shower to set the water to a warm temperature. They were lucky it still had some heat, and as she placed her hand under the stream Bucky's fingers slipped through her legs. His gentle touch brushed over her thighs, making her nearly whine. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, making her light up like a firework as her arousal began leaking down her after he had barely even touched her.
His fingers danced over her and she bit her tongue, wondering if he would do anything other than toy with her. He really was such a filthy tease and if almost drove her mad. Finally, his hand dipped between the apex of her thighs down between her core. She softly moaned and nearly closed her eyes at the feeling of his talented fingers gracing her most intimate parts.
He chuckled lowly and shook his head as a finger finally probed her. She gasped a little but then asked him, "Something funny?" Lucy questioned curiously upon hearing his mischievous laughter at her body's reaction to his touch.
He slipped another finger inside her and she nearly screamed at how good it felt as he had two fingers down to the knuckle curling inside her. "Not funny, I just love how you're always ready for me." He moved her hair out of the way so he could trail his mouth up and down her shoulders. "Love how wet you always are."
He continued kissing feather-soft kisses to her neck and shoulders. Bucky knew she could feel how hard he was, and when she began to grid her ass against him, he knew she could feel his leaking precum soaking her skin as she pressed against his hardness. His fingers continued to work in her, and he gently urged another one inside her, knowing she could take it.
She moaned again as Bucky continued to play with her. Lucy needed more than just his fingers though, she hissed as he curled them inside her to gently touch a spot in her that she previously didn't even know existed.
"Just like that, huh?" He whispered in her ear and she nodded, "God, you're soft like velvet, doll. And I can feel you clenching around me. My good girl likes my fingers inside her, doesn't she?" His filthy words spurred her on even more. Her stomach twisted from them in a sharp jolt and she wondered how the hell he knew just what buttons to push to make her go absolutely wild.
"Like your cock even more," She replied back through gasping breaths and open lips, desperate for more of anything he could give to her.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," His smug tone matched his expression. A cocky expression suggests he's so sure of himself, and it was so infuriating that it would have almost made Lucy want to smack it right off his pretty face a few months ago. But now she'd rather kiss it away, although it varied from time to time like in moments like these. "I'll give it to you good," He promised her in a low voice, almost making her reach her peak right then and there from how seductive he sounded.
Looking at the small stall before her streaming down wasted water Lucy finally spoke, "I don't know how we're both gonna fit in the shower," They'd have to push up against one another in order to both get under the stream. Not that she minded, of course.
Bucky then offered a solution, stating in his stupid Brooklyn accent which made her only want him more, "Won't take up as much room once I finally get inside you," His low drawl answered as he finally forces her into the shower and the heated water was suddenly engulfing the both of them.
Her front side was pushed against the tiled wall of the stall and she felt Bucky's fingers slip out of her, only to have him move her leg up so he could have more access. With the heat of the stream falling down in her back and creating droplets down her body, she felt herself relax as she felt the head of her husband's enlarged member push through her folds, coating himself in the essence of her. He ran himself through her silken core a few times before finally entering her, filling her completely and making her gasp as he let out a low groan.
When he began thrusting he held her hips as he took her from behind and all Lucy could do was close her eyes as bliss fell over her like the warmth of the shower's water.
Goddamn, Lucy thought to herself as he began to fuck her against the wall. She loved that man so fucking much.
By the time they had finished up the water had gone cold. Bucky and Lucy laughed as they were practically on top of one another as they ran shampoo through their hair and took turns standing in the frigid ice-like stream.
Lucy shivered against him but it didn't deter them from kissing more and laughing as they were flushed against one another. She ran her hands over her cold face and tried to get the water out of her eyes as she was smiling up at him before pressing tiny pecks up his chin and jawline. He was running his hands through his hair and trying to get the last of the lather of shampoo out of his dark locks.
The moment they were clean enough they rushed out of the shower, water went everywhere on the floor as their bodies spilled out. Before Lucy could reach for a towel he beat her to it. About to huff in frustration from him snatching it from her, to Lucy's surprise Bucky wrapped the towel around her instead of taking it for himself. He ran his hands up and down her arms as he shivered, making sure she was warm first before taking care of himself.
Lucy's heart swelled from the sweet little gesture of Bucky putting her needs before his own. She loved him so much it hurt to think about. She was overcome by emotion and knew that she had never been happier than she had been since they arrived in London the day before.
As Bucky finally got his towel around him he shivered. Goosebumps appeared on his skin and he let out an audible burrr! He shook his hair out like a dog and made her squeal in protest as she tried to get away from him.
He was shaking from the frigid air as much as she was and Bucky had half a mind to drag her back out into the room so they could take cover in the warmth of the blankets.
"Cold?" Lucy laughed through her own shivers. He took her in his arms and ran his hands over her up and down to generate warmth. Lucy did the same to him, hoping blood would rush back to their bodies and heat them back up. They held one another for a little bit in a tight hug, her arms around his center, his around her shoulders as they breathed each other in and just stood there swaying and reveling in one another warmth.
"I'm pretty sure my balls have disappeared inside of me at this point," He remarked crudely and caused Lucy to blush but also laugh at his statement.
"You're awful," She rolled her eyes at him and went to the steamed mirror. Her delicate hand ran over it, trying to see her reflection through its fogged up exterior. "So crass and crude," Lucy shot back at him and gave him a wink, "Where'd you get a mouth like that, anyway?"
"Streets of Brooklyn." He told her smugly as he leaned against the wall of the bathroom, watching her as she put lotion on her face. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she stood there in a sopping mess, droplets of her hair falling down her skin and making him want to run his tongue over it to taste her, "Makes sense with you being a little rich girl that might not have been exposed to such colourful language,"
"Honey, before I was that little rich girl, I grew up on the streets of Queens." She looked at him accusingly and he thought for a moment he was in for trouble until she smirked, "We put you Brooklyn folk to shame and still I haven't ever heard a man talk like you do in the presence of a lady."
"I figure this lady can handle it," He defended himself as he pressed a kiss to her cheeks. He towels himself off more and tries to try his skin.
"Oh, she can," Lucy assured him, and then looks back after she combs her fingers through her hair. "I just like giving you a hard time," She begins to put different serums on her face afterward which makes her skin practically glow. Bucky watches her in vigour, absolutely enthralled by the mysterious ways women beautify themselves.
As she mentioned she was from Queens he began thinking. Running his hand over the scruff of his jaw and frowning, he looked up at his wife and asked, "Say, Luce, did you ever know a fella by the name of Lawrence Collins growing up?" He had worked with Lawrence at the steel mill and he used to talk about all his time in Queens. Bucky figured they might have known each other since they were all about the same age.
Lucy blinked a couple times, trying to remember as a streak of familiarity settled over her, "I haven't heard that name in ages, but yes!" She scoffed and rolled her eyes, "He was sweet on me. A real hound, too. Used to try to walk me home from school on the days he could. He'd offer to carry my books, and he would buy me little heart candies. Then one day I saw him flirting in the bleachers at a football game with Maxie Robinson. I didn't want anything to do with him after that."
"Lawrence Collins, you son of a bitch," Bucky shook his head in disapproval. He then clicked his teeth in wonder and amusement, "Who woulda thought Collins was sweet on my wife? Kinda makes me hate him for not introducing us." Bucky had been working at the mill with Steve since fifteen. He had known Lawrence around the same time, meaning he was still in school with Lucy. "Makes sense he wanted to keep you for himself, though."
Bucky's eyes raked up her form as she was covered in only a tiny little towel that barely left enough for his imagination. He swallowed a lump forming in his throat as he watched her, unable to look away even if he wanted.
"Well, we didn't stay in contact after high school." She assured him, "Plus," Lucy shot him back a disapproving look, "With the way you were with the gals, I don't think you'd be able to commit to just me back then, with you being a young stud and all."
"I would have," Bucky promised her, "Woulda taken one look at ya and fallen straight in love," He inhaled her hair and felt himself become alive with desire again. The fact she was in that towel that barely covered her did little to help deter his passion. He knew he was insatiable, that he should leave his poor wife alone. But Bucky couldn't help himself. He went up behind her again and began nuzzling her, despite her protests.
"Oh, I doubt that very much, Mr. Ladies' Man." Lucy scoffed. She was sure he wouldn't have given her a second glance back at the age of twenty-two — or hell! Even twenty-five would have been pushing it. When they met back in 1941 there's no way to know for sure if he was ready to go steady with her had she not been with Daniel. She could imagine the shock of everyone in Brooklyn when he returned back after the war as a married man.
"Honest, pige!" He defended himself with a laugh, "I've always been yours," Bucky swears to her as he keeps his body pressed against hers sweetly.
"Yeah, yeah," Lucy rolled her eyes after she gave her sarcastic reply. She suddenly knows what he wants when he's flushed against her back. At first, it's only in innocent touches, but then Bucky wrapped his arms around her shoulders and felt her cold skin. He noticed how she continued shivering despite the fact they're out of the cold water.
However, Lucy was determined not to give in to him again, but then the devil whispered how he had an idea of how they would warm up.
Before long, they both end up on the soaked tile of the bathroom floor. Her wet hair hung down her back in an uncombed mess. Droplets gathering off the ends of it spattered on his chest as she placed her hands on him and took him inside her again right then and there as she hovered over him. His hands-on her waist brought her down repeatedly until they both came. She was on top of him and practically glowing in post-orgasmic euphoria, and he stayed inside her until he could continue on no longer.
They were drunk off one another, both their stomach's growling at that point and regretting they hadn't eaten sooner. Neither of them was bitter about it though, knowing they had less than two weeks of each other before going back to the war. They'd cherish every minute of the time they had with one another, not letting any of it go to waste.
Once they finally peeled themselves away from the bedroom they managed to find themselves some food at a restaurant down the street. Bucky's was civilian clothing for the first time in forever and it felt amazing. Lucy made sure to compliment how handsome he looked as they sat facing one another in the little hole-in-the-wall place they found. He groaned as soon as he bit into his Shepherd's Pie, having been starved from two vigorous lovemaking sessions.
As they begin eating they stare through the window of the restaurant and see Steve and Peggy walking around. The taller blonde man has a blush on his cheeks as he rambles on about something, and Peggy looks up with large eyes and holds onto every word he said.
He has his hands in his coat pockets as they stroll down the street. Lucy was sure that had they been out and freed, the emboldened Brit might have even taken one of them in her own. Although she wasn't sure, given the fact that they were both too shy to admit their obvious feelings.
Bucky then slammed the flat of his hand repetitively on the glass of the window to get their attention and the restaurant owner looked on in shock at the loud disturbance happening in his business. Lucy hides her face bashfully behind her hands at her new husband's embarrassing ability to cause a scene out of nothing. She blushes red but laughed all the same.
Steve and Peggy's gaze both shift in shock to look up and meet their friends. They wave happily as Bucky waves back in an obnoxious fashion. Lucy only gives a small wave a well, knowing they were likely embarrassed.
"You think they're on a date?" Lucy asks the handsome man sitting across her.
Bucky purses his lips and shakes his head before he leaned back in his seat to watch their friends continue on down the street. "Nah, I doubt it," They seemed like they were just walking from a meeting, given the fact they were both in uniform, "Stevie's gotta man-up one of these days and ask her though. A dame like that's not gonna wait around forever."
Lucy agreed, and a thought came barreling down on her. She's not sad when she speaks though, but rather content, "We're never going to go on a first date ever again,"
Bucky looked at her and then frowned, "What do you mean?" He looks troubled and confused at the statement.
She shrugged as she spun her pasta on her fork as her eyes are fixed on her plate, "Well, we're married now. It means we're never going to go on another first date."
"You're sad about that?"
"No, it's just a different thought. We skipped the whole courting part. It would be nice to have gone dancing, to go to the picture shows, and for you to sneak holding my hand or laying on some cheesy move to put your arm around me. Or maybe have you pick me up in some ritzy car and take me to some secluded spot outside the city where the kids go to make out,"
Bucky's eyebrow raised at her and the corner of his lips tugged upwards in a smug manner at her naughty suggestion, "Would ya let me get to second base?" He pictured his hand traveling up her skirt to gently caress her thigh. He imagined her blushing ever so slightly as he had his other arm wrapped around her shoulders as he placed sweet kisses on her collarbone and up her neck. Red lipstick would have been smudged all over their faces, the crimson colour of it tainting his white collar of his shirt and serving as a reminder of what they did, and how the widows of the car fogged up from the heat their bodies generated.
"Don't push your luck, Barnes. I'm not that type of lady," She teased and then winked at him across the table, "I'd only let you get to second base if you showed me a real good time,"
Bucky realized something and stopped her, "Hold up there, doll." He used his napkin on the corner of his face before leaning in to talk to her, "We've never been on a date. It means we have the chance to do all that stuff for the first time together still, only we're married!" Bucky paused and then got a mischievous sparkle in his steel-blue eyes. He peered across from her and cocked his head to the side with a smug expression, "Which means I'll probably get lucky on the first date."
She thought about it for a moment in silence, biting her lip as it processed in her mind. "Isn't this a date?"
"Are you kiddin'? This isn't a date! This is lunch!" It was a very late lunch at that, but Lucy could get what he was saying, "When you go on a date with James Buchanan Barnes, you get the whole experience," He then quickly ate another bite of food. "I'll treat you like a princess." Bucky let out a muffled laugh as he speaks through a full mouthful, making Lucy giggle at his poor table manners.
"I dunno," Lucy let out a dramatic sigh as she pretended to think about and placed her chin in her palm. "You seem like trouble,"
"And you look like you could get into some," Bucky winked and then pauses "Lucy?" He asked her slowly, staring at her with a cocky look plastered on his face as he tilts his head.
"Yes, James?" Lucy replied back smartly, perhaps with a little playfulness under her sharp tone.
He finally asks her theatrically, as though he was asking her to marry him again, "Would you make me the happiest man in the world and agree to go on a first date with me?"
Lucy pretends to think about it for a moment, blowing air in a large exhale and feigns false shock and fans herself like a silly love-struck girl. "This is so unexpected!" She cries dramatically "I can't wait to tell all my friends that Bucky Barnes has finally asked me on a date!" Lucy exclaims in a girlish tone then smirks, "You better have me back at home by 9pm sharp. Otherwise, my daddy is gonna give you hell."
"Noted," Bucky nods and looks up in surprise and raises an eyebrow playfully, "Do you even have any friends?"
"Oh hush, you! I have friends!" The brunette laughs and then reflects on what she said, "Well, not many. Mostly just Elsa, Charles, and Daniel. But I have them!" She pauses for a moment though, and then admits quietly, "You're my best friend, though,"
"You're mine too, pige," Bucky answers, making her heart flutter ever so slightly. He slides his hand over the table to grasp hers tightly, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Oh Lord, don't tell Steve that." Lucy giggles as they tease one another more.
The entire time they sit across from each other her stomach has butterflies flying around it. She can't stop smiling even if she tried. Happiness comes so easily with him, and Lucy wonders if she had ever experienced an unrelenting joy like this before.
Each word he speaks she hangs onto. They enjoy each other's company, talking about everything and nothing at all. Lucy realizes how little they actually know about one another; as soon as she brings it up over a glass of wine she was having with her food he only grabs her hand and gives her a reassuring smile. He tells her they have the rest of their lives to get to know one another on a better basis and Lucy agrees with a small grin.
Before they talk about anything else though, he had to ask her the most important question of all: what was her favourite colour?
She laughs and throws her head back. It's yellow, she answers, like the sunflowers in Van Gogh's painting.
Bucky should have guessed as much. He recalls a similar conversation they had so long ago at base camp when he had taught her to shoot a gun. They were barely friends back then, with feeling just blooming. Now, she's sitting in front of him as his brand spanking new wife, sipping her wine and giving him a small grin over her glass.
Bucky smiles back and realizes how much better his life has gotten since she's been in it.
SO I have something important I need to talk to y'all about! I absolutely loved writing the first part of Bucky's dream in the last chapter of what his and Lucy's life could look like in Brooklyn. I also loved this fluffy chapter where they were happy in newly wedded bliss. That all is coming to an end quite soon, unfortunately, and it makes me sad that I won't be able to write chapters like this again.
To rectify this, I was thinking about doing another story on what Bucky's life would have been like in Brooklyn after the war if he hadn't been captured by Hydra. I was planning on creating a new OC to be his love interest, but it just didn't feel right.
My proposition is:
What if I made a series of one-shot unrelated chapters IN ADDITION to the sequel as Bucky being the Winter Soldier? It would be a stand-alone type thing and would offer an AU to canon. And it would just be pieces of Lucy and Bucky's life if he hadn't fallen from the train. It wouldn't affect the sequel at all and would have chapters in no particular order. Their length would likely be much shorter than the chapters I'm writing now (5k-6k as opposed over 10k) and would just be fluff and smut pieces of what married life in Brooklyn is like.
If you would like to see that, let me know so I can get an idea if people would actually read it. If people find it silly and I'll just be wasting my efforts then I'll likely only focus on the sequel. :))
Thanks for reading,
-A
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