I'm so incredibly thrilled that the reaction to a series of one-shots was positive. The sequel is going to be fairly dark at some points, so I think the AU of one-shots will help give relief to that. It'll have fluff, smut, angst— the whole deal. I'm so incredibly excited for both my new projects.
This chapter is suuuppper long. Sorry about that…
TW: *Sigh* Things of smutty nature below (they're newlyweds, c'mon). You asked for it, I delivered. It's not straight-up sex, but probably still my most graphic writing from dirty talking Bucky. Defs 18+.
Chapter XLV
Lucy stood in front of the picture show cinema with her hands carefully holding her clutch. She was there following having woken up to an empty bed devoid of her husband.
She had risen with panic, wondering where he had gone. However, there had a note on Bucky's pillow, telling her he was at an SSR meeting with Steve, and to meet him at an address at 3:30 and to wear something pretty for him. The writing was done in poor cursive and there were doodles of tiny hearts all over the paper. Lucy had smiled when she saw it and carefully tucked it away as a keepsake between the pages of one of her books.
That's how she found herself dressed in a silk, navy, dress with a pleated skirt that went past her knees.
It was long-sleeved, which she was thankful for in the frigid weather. The black stockings that hooked to her garter belt kept her delicate skin warm enough in the winter weather, and her wool coat locked the heat in. The look was completed with kitten heels, and of course, knockout red lipstick and victory curls that trailed down past her shoulders to her mid-back. She needed to get it cut but had not found time to go to a salon.
As she waited for her no-good husband, she wondered what he was up to. She huffed as she wrapped her arms around herself as the cold wind sent a chill up her spine. Looking down at her wristwatch, she saw he was seventeen minutes late.
Lucy didn't mind, usually. Though she was known for being remarkably punctual, her man was not like that. Bucky was everything she wasn't, which is why they likely got along so well. Lucy was uptight, rigid, and liked to do everything by the books. And her handsome Brooklyn man with steel-blue eyes was the opposite. He was goofy, boyishly devious, and laid back. It drove Lucy up the wall how he could be so cavalier about serious matters, but she loved him with everything she had anyway.
When she finally saw him it took everything in her not to just light up like a firecracker. Her heart started thundering in her chest, and all she could think as he approached with a lopsided grin was mine, mine, mine, a possessive manner. When did she turn into this woman? The way love had transformed her had almost made her old self unrecognizable. Lucy had grown a great deal as a person — and she had Bucky to thank for that.
Instead of happily smiling at him like she wanted to, Lucy put a scowl on her face. "You're late," She stated firmly with her hands on her hips.
"Apologies, Ma'am," Bucky replied as he approached.
Lucy had to swallow a tightening lump in her throat from how damn good he looked. There was something about a man in uniform that drove her wild. But Bucky wasn't in uniform at that moment. Instead, he was in grey slacks. His shoes were polished, and although Lucy didn't know what he had on under his coat, she could see he had on a white collared shirt likely accompanied by a jacket, and possibly suspenders. He had a paperboy hat on which Lucy found incredibly charming.
He looked absolutely dashing and she found her heart racing ever so slightly as he approached her. He was so sinfully good-looking that she noticed how the other ladies with their beaus did a double-take, as though they were envious of Lucy.
"Wanna tell me what we're doing here?" She asked him with a raised eyebrow.
He smiled at her, beaming largely and making her stomach twist into knots, "Thought it was obvious," He shrugged with his hands in his pockets, "It's our first date!"
"You show up late on a first date? My God, Barnes. You sure know how to make an impression on a lady." She sighed as her lips twisted in a small grin, "You gonna give me a kiss or what?"
"Ah, geez," He sighed as he took off his hat and shook his head. Bucky chuckled as he looked her up and down, biting his bottom lip, "I usually don't kiss this early on the first date. I'm not that kinda fella," He took a step forward to her, and gently his thumb brushed against her lower lip. It took all of Lucy's willpower to not take it in her mouth and bite it softly. "Besides," He chuckled like the devil he was. His tongue darted out quickly to lick his lips as he stared down hungrily at her red ones, "Don't wanna ruin that pretty lipstick. It's such a nice colour."
Boldly, Lucy replied, "If you like it so much, maybe I'll paint your body with it later." She winked and Bucky nearly groaned at the implication she was making.
"My, you're forward. I'm gonna have a hard time with you, aren't I?"
She was sick of this stranger's act. It was cute, and she enjoyed it, but she wanted her husband at that moment, "Cut the shit, Barnes," Lucy scoffed and rolled her eyes, pretending to be annoyed at him, "What are we actually doing?"
"God, I love it when you boss me around," He pulled her in by the waist and placed a chaste peck on the corner of her mouth, mindful of her makeup, "Turns me on," He growled in her ear and she giggled. He kissed her face a couple times and then answered, "We're seein' a film. And then we're going for dinner, and then dancing." He smirked, making Lucy grin at seeing his more relaxed, mischievous, side of him.
"Pulling out all the stops for me, are you?"
"Well, it's no dive diner on the corner street in Brooklyn with milkshakes. And it ain't swing music, but I've got some other surprises you might like." God, he was so handsome. Especially from the way he looked at her while he had on that cheeky grin of his. It drove Lucy mad and made her blood boil. She thought just how lucky she was to have found him.
For a moment as he flirted with her on the sidewalk of London, she could almost pretend they were a normal couple. Not one who met under bloodshed, and certainly not one who had been tortured together.
As Lucy approached him and placed her hand on his chest, she practically purred, "You gonna tell me what those surprises are, handsome?"
"Nope. Wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, dollface."
She huffed and rolled her eyes, "You're no fun. A real spoilsport."
"And I have a feeling you're gonna be loads of fun," He put his hand around her shoulder and led her into to warmth of the theatre, "Might just be the only time I'll get sex at the end of the first date,"
"Only if you play your cards right," Lucy winked before shivering as they entered the old building from the drastic change of temperature. The scent of popcorn hit her nostrils and she was suddenly feeling her stomach grumble.
"Well," He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear as they walked in and looked around, Lucy untucked her hair from the collar of her coat and began putting her gloves in her clutch, "Good thing I've always been decent at cards," Bucky winked back.
Lucy only scoffed out a small laugh and couldn't believe what a flirt her husband was and when she became one, as well. "An odd time to be going to a film, don't you think?" She asked him as they approached the stand, and Lucy wondered just what one of the two films they were going to see.
"The best time to go to a film," He promised her as she clutched to his arm to move forward. Bucky leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her hair, "Means there'll be fewer people watching, so we can fool around in the back,"
"Oh, why you little scoundrel!" Lucy's eyes narrowed as she was ready to give him a scolding. However, she was cut off as they moved forward in the line and Bucky smirked as he began talking to the concession man. He got two tickets for a movie Lucy hadn't heard of before, and a bag of popcorn.
As Bucky began to lead her to the cinema theatre her palms began to get sweaty. She could feel her cheeks tickled pink for some reason, and her stomach flipped nervously. Meanwhile, Bucky's hand was still on her lower back, directing her where to go.
As Lucy walked into the darkened room she only noticed two other couples there. The men looked like they were soldiers on leave as well. Since it was a weekday, there were no children either — and likely because they had mostly evacuated the city. Lucy began to head to the front so they could see the screen better when Bucky quickly grabbed her hand.
"Nuh-uh," He pulled as he stopped her. Lucy stared at him with a questioning look, curious what he could possibly be up to, "In the back,"
"But…People are going to know what we're up to!" She whispered in confusion, her cheeks reddening in the dark.
Bucky only flashed her a smirk that looked just like sin, "I know." Was all he said.
As they went to the corner of the very back of the cinema Lucy felt herself blushing even more as she could feel several glaring stares at them. Eyes burrowed into the back of their skulls as they walked to the very back of the room in the highest seats.
"Everyone's watching us," Lucy whispered and her voice caught. She had never ever been the girl in the back of the theatre. It wasn't as though she had looked down on the girls who did that, but it was just something she never thought she would do.
"Let 'em," Bucky said firmly, not caring for even the slightest second. Lucy, on the other hand, cared very much in those moments what people thought of her. She didn't want their lingering gazes on them, knowing they probably were thinking she was a whore.
But with her hand in his and the way he was looking down at her with wide, lustful eyes, Lucy knew she would follow him anywhere.
As soon as they got to their seats they began to undo their layers, placing them on the chairs beside them so they wouldn't take up too much room. Bucky ran a hand through his dark locks, looking up at her as she removed her coat. She revealed her dress and his breath hitched as she gave him a coy little smile.
Lucy sat down next to him, and immediately he wrapped his arm around her, his thumb gently grazing her shoulder. She leaned into him and smelled the strong scent of his aftershave and something else that was entirely his own. She could feel her heart racing as the lights dimmed a little more, her breath becoming shaky from how close he was.
Good lord, Lucy thought. Was she ever in for trouble.
Halfway through the film, Lucy could feel his stolen glances on her. Every once in a while, when the movie was the slowest, he would turn and just look at her. It unnerved her a bit but also excited her. She shivered under Bucky's watchful gaze and had a grin on her face as she continued munching on the popcorn.
"You keep watching me when you should be watching the pictures," She teased as she plopped another piece of popcorn in her mouth.
"You're just so pretty," He whispered lowly, his breath warm on her cheek. It made Lucy shiver. She turned up to look at him and his lips caught a grin as her sparkling gaze met his own, "Those big doe eyes," He whispered and he could almost see her blush. Lucy could feel her cheeks turning pink from his compliment, "Christ, doll. How did I end up with a gal like you?"
"Got lucky, I suppose " She shrugged, stealing another piece of popcorn. She had an amused expression on her face, and it did nothing to deter Bucky from staring at her more as he thought she had to be the most beautiful thing to ever walk the face of the earth.
"Yeah, I'm lucky, alright. The luckiest goddamn idiot in the whole entire world." He paused for a moment "Y'know, I think this is the first date I've ever been nervous on," He admitted shyly. Lucy was surprised at hearing it and looked up at him in shock.
"Really?" She asked with softly raised eyebrows. She wasn't teasing this time. Instead, she was genuine as he allowed himself to be vulnerable.
"Really," Bucky promised her, "I want to impress you. I want to be your guy. But I — damn it, pige," He let out an exasperated exhale, "I'm waitin' for the day you wise up and realize I'm not all that," He looked down, almost ashamed as he mentioned it.
Lucy gently stroked his clean-shaven cheek. She could smell the aftershave on him, and his hair looked tidier. It made her stomach flip to know he had gotten a haircut for their date, "You're right," She said gently as she caressed his smooth, handsome-as-hell, face, "You're not all that," Her voice lowered after she saw how his eyes drifted down in slight sadness, "You're everything." Lucy promised him and he gave a little snort.
"I don't have much to offer ya, you know?" He told her as he shrugged, "Shoulda mentioned it before we got married, I suppose. But I barely have two pennies to rub together. I know it's not the life you wanted. I want to do nice stuff for you though, like take you out more and buy you pretty things. Because you deserve a nice life. Much nicer than the one I can give you, at least."
"Buck," She whispered back and her thumb trailed over his pouty bottom lip. "You know I don't care about that stuff."
"Why'd you marry me, huh?" He asked her in the darkened room, "I mean, honestly. Because I've been racking my brain for the last two days trying to figure it out. I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and it would have all been a dream. You went out with Howard Stark! You were engaged to a professor — and to be frank, I'm a dumbass compared to both of them!" She giggled as he spoke, making him finally crack a smile at her reaction, "I'm serious, Lucy. You speak five languages and I can barely count that high!" Lucy laughed even more, he smiled as he saw her reaction, "You're this smart, sophisticated, wealthy, dame. I've got nothin' on you!"
"I married you," She licked her lips, her tongue darting out and immediately held Bucky's attention. His eyes flashed to it and he nearly choked when he realized how badly he wanted it in his mouth, "Because you have a good heart," Lucy finally answered, "And you make me laugh. I don't know if you've noticed, but I take things a little too seriously—,"
"A little?" He snorted.
"Oh, hush you!" She scolded with a grin, "You remind me not everything has to be so serious. And you love me — all of me. Even the parts I sometimes can't love myself." Lucy's voice nearly caught. She had never allowed herself to be so vulnerable with someone. But with Bucky, all her walls came down. He understood her; with him, she didn't need to be scared of opening up. Licking her lips again, Lucy gave another smug grin, "And besides," Her eyes sparkled with mischief, "You take me to bed so good," Lucy practically purred.
"That I do," Bucky smirked and then let out a low chuckle, "I guess the benefit of you being a high-class lady is that you've never been fucked by a guy like me before now."
She blushed, a knot forming in her stomach from his crass words. Her stomach flipped again, an ache developing in the deepest parts of her. He had spoken dirty to her before in public, but it was in a noisy pub. This was different. No alcohol had been consumed, and it was in a darkened, quiet theatre. He was staring at her as though she was his prey, and it made Lucy's breath hitch.
"I've got you blushing," He gently touched her warmed cheek, making her even a shade pinker, "Who woulda ever thought Lucy Heinrich would be the type to blush over some harmless flirting?" he smiled wider when he realized what he said, "Lucy Barnes," Bucky corrected and chuckled to himself as he spoke in slight disbelief.
"It's still Dr. Heinrich," She assured him with a small roll of her eyes. Lucy would always be Dr. Heinrich when it came to her professional life. But in her private life, she was happy to be Mrs. Lucy Barnes.
"Not Dr. Barnes?" Bucky frowned but the corners of his lips were still turned upright.
"Well, I don't see you getting your doctorate anytime soon," She snapped playfully.
"Touché," Bucky said as he stole a piece of popcorn, throwing it into his mouth and making her softly giggle. A few dirty looks were shot back at them and they quickly hushed down, not wanting to disturb the couples in the front.
He then placed his arm over her and brought her in tightly to him so her head was resting on his shoulder, he placed a kiss on her forehead. Lucy's skin burned where his mouth touched her, practically setting her on fire. He hadn't kissed her enough that day, or at all really. He had slipped out of bed before she had awoken, leaving her missing the feeling of him.
"Can't believe I snagged a smart gal such as yourself,"
"Yes, I can't imagine there were many before me who had brains if they were willing to go for you," Lucy quipped back in witty banter, causing him to tug at a strand of her hair deviously.
"Nah, you're right." He assured her, "Most of them were total dunces. A couple weren't too bad. But I wasn't ever much of a talker on dates—,"
"That's funny, I can't seem to get you to shut up now." It was her way of telling him to watch the film.
"Hey, one more word out of you, little missy, and there's gonna be hell to pay." Bucky threatened, his voice going even lower and causing a fire to ignite inside of her. She loved it when he spoke to her in that raspy, low, velvet, honey-whiskey, voice. It stirred something inside her and made her alive with desire. She couldn't believe how he affected her the way he did.
There were a few moments of silence besides Bucky noisy munching on the popcorn. The gears in her head turned from the words that he had spoken until she couldn't help but speak up.
"You know," Lucy peered up at him and noticed how his eyes appear darker at that moment, clouded with a wanton desire. She could tell how he craved to crash his lips into hers. "You were right before. How I had never been fucked by a man like you."
"Has there, umm—," He cleared his throat uncomfortably as he scratched the back of his neck, "Been a few?"
"Just Daniel," She spoke a little timidly, afraid he would judge her. He never would, though.
"Lucky bastard," Bucky would have loved to see his wife's virginal blush the first time she was taken to bed. He would have loved to see the way she gasped when he first entered her and felt the way she stretched around him.
"You're not upset?" She asked him, a little confused.
"No! No, of course not!" He exclaimed through a whisper, making them get shushed once more. Bucky gave the people who had silenced them a glaring look, wishing that he and Lucy were alone. After all, at that point, the film was completely forgotten. "Lucy, I'd never be upset about that! It'd make me a damn hypocrite if I was! He cleared his throat again, "I am a little jealous though."
He had taken a few virtues before. He wasn't proud of it now, of course. He also knew that it hurt for the first time for girls. Bucky never wanted to be the reason why Lucy was in pain. He knew all too well the hiss they made when he first entered his tip inside them, and how their face distorted in pain as he pushed in the rest of his length. He wished he could have been there for Lucy. He would have held her and kissed her face gently and given her encouragement and praise at how well she was taking him.
"I'm sorry, I wish I had waited. I'm so sorry, Buck." She sighed a little sadly, "But you shouldn't be jealous, though. It wasn't like how it is with us. It was awkward and uncomfortable and I cried afterward."
"Don't apologize. You're perfect." He promised her as he kissed her head again. He took her hand in his and gently rubbed her knuckles with his thumb. He hated knowing she had cried over her lost virtue, thinking she was ruined afterward for giving into love. "Too perfect." He kissed her head once more and breathed in the scent of her shampoo.
"You're sweet for saying so. Thank you." Her eyes fluttered closed as she rested in his embrace. It felt so good to be held by him. Nothing in the entire world felt so right. "I was worried you wouldn't want me if you knew," Lucy had already known he knew. After all, the first time Bucky had taken her to bed in the farmhouse he hadn't treated her as a virgin. But still, it wasn't an easy conversation to have.
He tilted her chin up at that moment. His thumb brushed her cheekbone, practically setting her on fire. The darkness in the room and the alternating light from the screen shadowed across her face, "Always gonna want you, sweetheart." He promised her.
He leaned down to finally capture her lips. As soon as Lucy felt his mouth on hers it took everything she had to keep from moaning. Hot lips crashed upon one another, warm breath on their faces when they separated ever so slightly. Their slick tongues met briefly when their mouths opened just enough to let one another in. Lucy gasped into the kiss, feeling as though she were floating. Her head became dizzy, and it was like she was seeing stars. She held on tight to his jacket to keep herself grounded, her fists turning white from how hard she was clenching them.
His tongue brushed hers again once more in their heated open-mouthed kiss, and finally, Lucy tore herself away, touching her lips as though she had been burned.
"We shouldn't," Lucy broke away. She knew he likely had lipstick on his face. They'd have to clean up before leaving the sanctity of the darkened room.
"Oh, we definitely should." He argued before once again trying to swoop down and kiss her once more. And kiss her he did. He kissed her until Lucy couldn't breathe. She could taste him on her tongue as she inhaled his breath as they separated to take in air, and felt his hands on her burning skin.
After tearing herself away to keep it from going too far, Lucy slightly hated herself.
"You're the devil, Bucky Barnes,"
"How so?" He cocked his head, an amused expression on his face.
"Tempting me into sin." She shot back, trying not to look at him. As soon as she saw his face, with those pouty, kiss-swollen lips, she knew she would be done for.
"But sinning is just so much fun," He growled before gently teasing her by placing sweet kisses up her neck and making her eyes nearly rollback. "Plus, I just fucking love kissing you. I can't get enough."
Lucy looked at Bucky, her eyebrows raised. She could see the red of her lipstick on the corner of his face. No doubt she had it all over hers too. She gripped his dimpled chin in her hand, forcing him to look at her, and possibly digging her fingers a little into his skin. Bucky only let out an amused chortle, smiling as though he were the one under control. "Stop tempting me," Lucy ordered.
"Or what?" He shot back, his voice low. Lucy could feel between her thighs begin to slicken as he threatened her.
"Or I'll tempt you back," She retorted with a cocky raised eyebrow.
A small smirk. He licked his lips as he peered down at hers, his eyes hungry for more, "And just how do you plan on doing that? Huh, babydoll?"
She leaned closer, allowing him to get a better view of her cleavage. His eyes flashed to it quickly and he swallowed a lump in his throat as he felt a tightening in his groin. "I have my ways," Lucy purred.
"I'm beginning to think maybe it's you who's the devil instead." Was all he could say back, "A temptress who's been sent to torture me."
Lucy cocked her head and blinked innocently, she gently rubbed his shin with her crossed leg. Her heel trailed up against his trousers and immediately could see her husband's decorum of coolness and control melt away.
"I don't know what in the heavens you're talking about," More flutters of her lashes. Her tongue snuck out to lick her lips. She leaned closer, unbuttoning the first button of her dress, and Bucky was biting his lip and trying to control himself. She feigned more innocence but knew exactly what she was doing.
Her fingers trailed up her thigh, snagging in the silk of her skirt. It gently came up with her fingers, going higher and higher. Bucky's eyes caught on her movement, his heart pumping fast as he watched her in excitement. How he wasn't drooling all over her was a mystery, and all he wanted was to have her crawl in his lap and straddle him right then and there.
Lucy's slender finger continued to move the fabric upwards until it exposed the top of her stockings were the garter clasps met. In the dark, Bucky could see where the black material met with silky, porcelain, flesh of her upper thigh.
"Jesus Christ," He murmured under his breath, quiet enough for her to barely just hear. As he finally reached out to stroke the inside of her knee and up her thigh, he whispered, "Oh, honey," as he saw both her thighs were the garters met, "What are you trying to do to me? Give me a heart attack?"
"Just tryna give you a dose of your own medicine," Lucy retorted with a smug look on her face. Her nails scratched up the material of her stockings.
"Sweetheart, if you're gonna act like a bad girl here, I'm gonna treat you like one in the bedroom," He promised her slowly, making a deep wanton need to settle in her stomach. She was arching more into him, her mouth slightly opened in hopes he would swoop down and plant a burning kiss upon them. She wouldn't give up her position of power though; not wanting to admit she needed him just as badly as he needed her.
They were caught in a stalemate of a power imbalance. Neither one of them were willing to finally give in. His hand continued to stroke up her inner thigh,
"You know, I missed you this morning," She whispered, biting her lip. Lucy tossed her hair over the shoulder further away from him, so her collarbone was exposed and he could smell her perfume better.
"Y-You did?" He stuttered and then cleared his throat.
"I did. So much," Lucy purred, her voice dripping like honey. She was laying it on pretty thick, but she knew she needed to win. She couldn't let him get away with everything, after all. Sometimes, she had to show him just who was the boss. "Almost had to take matters into my own hands," Her implicated innuendo drove him mad. The shock of her words shot right under his belt, causing him to ache for her touch as he pictured her all by her lonesome on the bed, stark naked and chasing her release with her fingers inside her.
"Okay, okay, I give up!" Bucky yielded, having the pressure increasing in his pants more and more, "You win, baby." He cleared his throat and rubbed his face with his hands, one of them trailing up to push his hair back.
"That's all you had to say!" Lucy giggled and sat back in her seat. She celebrated by taking a few more pieces of popcorn, "You gonna behave now?" Lucy with a raised eyebrow. She knew her husband too well, though. The man never behaved in public.
"After that show? Definitely not, sweetheart." He nipped at her shoulder and collarbone, making her shiver, "I wanna do some dirty and depraved things to you, Lucy Barnes," He growled before grabbing her face, his one hand sliding to the back of her head to make a fist in her hair.
"You gonna enlighten me on that, soldier?" She demanded through a gasped breath between their hungry mouths colliding. Their kissing was rough and desperate. Their teeth clashed and they were trying to get closer than humanly possible. Lucy blushed at their actions taking place where anyone could see them. But as he kissed her so heatedly and made her feel as though she had a fire burning through her veins, she began to care a little less.
10 days. Was all she thought. Only 10 more days of him kissing her until she couldn't breathe, and feeling his tongue slide into her mouth and taste her, feeling her heart race to the point it might just jump out of her chest.
She'd take every moment she could get.
"How's that for enlightenment?" Bucky asked as he pulled away. She was dizzy from his administrations, her head spinning. She needed more of him. She needed his mouth on hers again, wanting to engrain the feeling of it into her brain so she would never ever forget what kissing him felt like.
"Mmm, more." She begged as he pulled away. His hands were on her shoulders to keep her from leaning in more.
"Thought you were all shy about doing stuff in public?" He teased, pressing small kisses to the corner of her lips and her chin.
"Well, I won. So now I want my prize."
"Which is?" He questioned. The movie had long been forgotten. Neither one of them could ever remember what it was about. Luckily, it was fairly action-packed though, and so the scenes were noisy enough that the couples in the front paid no mind to the lovers in the back.
Lucy swiped her thumb over his lower lip. It had some red of her lipstick on it. She smudged it a bit more and he gently bit her, making her hiss. She then moved her hand so it was in his hair. Her nails ran across his scalp, scraping the skin but only making his need for her grow, "You." was all she answered, "Always you,"
Bucky snorted, a grin on his pursed lips, "Knew I'd be able to make you cave."
Just as he was about to lean down to give her what she wanted, Lucy stopped him by putting her hand on his chest. She whispered, "I want you to tell me what you're going to do when we get to the room,"
"So, you're not okay with me kissin' you? But you're okay with me spewing filth in your ear in a darkened room?" He nipped at her neck as his hand continued to rub her stocking clad knee. His fingers lightly trailed over her, causing Lucy to shiver at the feeling of them.
Lucy only looked up at him with a self-satisfied expression. Bucky softened as he saw the way her eyes sparkled ever so slightly. It was dark, but the light from the black and white screen was just enough to see it.
"You're gonna drive me mad, pigeon." He kissed up her shoulder more, mumbling against her, "And I'm gonna get you back for this." Bucky promised her in a low growl as he squeezed her knee.
"Do your worst," She threatened, but her voice hitched a little from her nerves. Her stomach flipped, a pit forming in the very center of it as she thought of Bucky whispering depravities in her ear.
"So devious," He whispered as he nipped at her ear, tugging at it, "Wanting to tell you what I'm gonna do to you." Bucky hand slid further up her leg, "And teasing me like this? You're gonna hell to pay the moment we're alone," He promised her.
His one arm closest to her wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. His other hand continued to rub up against her thigh. Lucy had to bite her lip to keep from gasping at his touch. He continued to nip at her neck. His tongue darted out to taste her skin. He sucked on her neck until Lucy was sure he'd left a mark. She couldn't help but toss her head back, her panties becoming damp.
"You're normally so well behaved for me. You're usually such a good girl, acting all sweet, and doing what I want, willing to get on your knees for me and take me in your mouth. But right now, baby? God, you're being so naughty." He bit at her, making her gasp as her. "Makes me wanna do bad things to you — makes me want to punish you. You like the sound of that, huh, sweetheart?"
"Oh God, Bucky, I—,"
"Nuh-uh, babydoll. You don't get to call me that when you're misbehaving. It's Sergeant to you until you can start acting right again." He orders with a growl, biting her again. "Do you understand?"
Lucy nodded quickly, her heart pounding. "Yes, Sergeant."
"Good girl," He praised, his fingertips trailing up more so it was under her skirt. With his thumb, he gently rubbed where her stockings met her flesh. Lucy practically gasped, having to hold her hand over her mouth as she did so. Bucky only chuckled at her reaction, "You didn't think this through, did you, pigeon?"
"N-No, I didn't—,"
"'No, Sergeant,' are the words you're looking for."
He only smirked and then made her look at him in the eye as he stroked her thigh. Lucy tried to squeeze her legs together as he went higher, and Bucky only tsked and then scolded her. His thumb brushed against her smudged lipstick, which was undoubtedly spread along her face as badly as his.
"You look so pretty like this," He praised, "Your legs open for me and lipstick everywhere. Your chest rising and falling with each breath. Are you nervous, sweetheart?"
Lucy shook her head and answered with a no.
"You should be," He threatened, his hands tangled in her hair and he brought her face closer to his. Lucy could feel his hot breath on her cheeks. She wanted to taste him, but he ensured she couldn't, "Wanna know why, pigeon?"
"Tell me," She begged, the desperation leaking from her voice. How was it she was now in this position? She had been in control, and he flipped the odds on her just as easily as she had for him.
"Because when we get home, I'm gonna put you over my knee, flip your skirt up, and punish you until your ass is all red." Lucy shivered at the prospect. Her eyes fluttered closed, "I'd make you count out every single one until you're begging me to stop. I want tears running down those cheeks from how badly you need more of me." Bucky looked like the cat that ate the canary. His eyes sparkled with mischief, a grin plastered to his face as he looked down at his squirming wife. He bit his lip and Lucy nearly moaned at the sight. This man knew exactly what he was doing to her.
With his hand he grasped her chin, yanking her into a bruising kiss which took her breath away. It had Lucy whimpering for him, completely ignoring the small sounds she made and how there were people in the same room. All she cared about was how good he tasted, like spearmint and a mix of black coffee. She craved him so desperately, a need developing in the very core of her being. Lucy's panties were bound to be completely ruined by the time the movie finished at the rate they were going.
Bucky didn't linger on the kiss. Instead, he pulled away harshly, making her crave so much more. His thumb brushed against her swollen lips yet again. "So damn pretty," Was all he said with a harsh exhale, "I bet you're a mess for me right now."
His next words sent shivers down her spine, "Fuck, I wanna see this colour all over me," With his thumb he smudged her lipstick more, painting it along her cheek. Bucky then swooped down to plant a sloppy, desperate, kiss on her open mouth. She gasped as he bit her lower lip, pulling at it. Lucy didn't understand his teasing, but it was causing her to be a desperate mess.
"I bet you'd look pretty on your knees," Bucky growled as he pulled away so hard Lucy could taste more blood in her mouth. "Before you'd do that though, I'd make you strip for me. I'd want you to do it slowly, enticing me as you undid each one of those pearl buttons." With one of his feet, he moved Lucy's legs apart, spreading them. Her cheeks turned pink as they flushed. His large hand was trailing up her skirt, stopping once it reached mid-thigh. It then slipped under, making her grip the seat of her chair so hard she felt her nails begin to break. Lucy didn't realize she was holding her breath until her lungs began to burn.
"As soon as you were naked," He licked his lips, and Lucy was sure she had never seen a sight which made her more aroused, "I'd force you to kneel," Bucky was entranced on the way Lucy's mouth fell open slightly, her breathing becoming heavier, "Then I'd fuck that sinful little mouth of yours,"
Lucy's cheeks turned beet red as she pictured herself pleasuring Bucky on her knees. Blood rushed to her face as she imagined how he'd grip her hair and thrust his hips forward until the head of his member reached the back of her throat.
Bucky scoffed, "Blushing, baby? Really? You were the one who wanted this."
"I'm thinking maybe I was wrong." Lucy stuttered, thinking about how he had her dripping for him. Her womanhood ached for his touch, needing it more than she needed anything else.
"D-Do you wanna stop?" Bucky's voice returned to normal, concern dripping from it, "Lucy, if it's too much—,"
"No!" She quickly protested, earning some looks. She blushed further, especially when Bucky had an amused smirk spread over his lips. "I-I mean, I want this.
"Okay, sweetheart." Bucky kissed her head lovingly, making Lucy's heart swell. "Just let me know, alright? We'll stop whenever you want."
"Don't you dare fucking stop," She hissed in a warning, her confidence returning again. Once more, Bucky's expression shifted to devious amusement.
"Okay," He gave her a sweet smile, and then cleared his throat, "I had some champagne ordered to the room," He told her, taking the lobe of her ear in his mouth, "It was supposed to be a surprise for later. But I thought I'd tell you what I had in mind on what we're gonna do with it."
"Aren't we going to drink it?" Lucy frowned. She didn't know how much he had spent on the bottle, but she imagined it was a small fortune. Her heart pumped as she thought of how sweet it was that he had got some. Lucy bit her lip hard enough to taste blood. He was driving her insane. She soon realized her astronomical mistake of having made him do this and realized how frustrated she was. Her sex was practically leaking for him, needing any form of release.
"Oh, we'll be drinking some of it. But I wanna pour it over your body and lick it up," Lucy was whining at the sinful thought. His hand ran over her waist, his thumb brushing past her ribs and up to the bottom of her brassiere. "All over your breasts and your stomach, down your legs. I bet you'd taste so sweet," Bucky raised an eyebrow at how she was squirming in her seat, "Are you wet right now?" He asked in a husky voice.
Lucy nodded frantically, unable to lie to him. "Yes, Sergeant," Her voice was dripping with desire.
She couldn't cope with his devilish look at how pleased he looked with himself knowing she was aroused, "Such a bad girl," Bucky began sucking the skin of her neck again. His lips traveled over her pulse, attaching themself. He inhaled her perfume and tasted her porcelain flesh. His slick tongue shot out to gently lick at her skin. "Can't wait to taste you when we get home,"
His hand traveled up her thighs, making Lucy hold her breath. He reached between the apex of them and immediately he was chuckling at the wetness that was gathered there. It soaked through the flimsy fabric that was covering her entrance, "Shit, babydoll, you're soaked."
Lucy shivered and gripped her seat even harder. As his thumb brushed her clit she gasped, having to bite down on her lip. Immediately to muffle her moans she buried her face in his neck. "Is this all from me talking dirty to you?"
She was at a loss of words. Once again, she could only nod. It was funny how she seemed unable to speak when things began to get heated between them. Usually, she always had something to say. Not when he was in control, though. It was like her tongue was tied, the only thing coursing through her veins was desire, fumbling her brain and making her pulse quicken.
"I need you so badly," Was all she could manage to get out.
"Shhh, I know, sweetheart." Bucky shushed her. His thumb continued to play with her sensitive clit, making her whine more. She needed a release, but he chose to keep toying with her instead. "I wanna see you naked so badly, spread underneath me. I wanna bind your hands with my belt and attach them to the head of the bed." He chuckled again as he felt more of her desire leak out. She wouldn't be surprised if it began to show on her dress when she stood up from how aroused she was. Two of his fingers ran up and down her entrance, teasing her and doing nothing to ease the building pressure.
"I'm gonna take some ice from the champagne bucket and put it between my lips," Lucy frowned at his words, wondering why he would do such a thing, "And then I'll trail it over those perfect breasts and sensitive pink nipples until you're arching your back for me. Then I'm gonna continue down your stomach until I get to your spread legs and dripping sex that's wanting so desperately to be touched by me. Then I'm gonna push the ice against your clit, on your heated flesh. And then maybe even tease your entrance a little," As Bucky spoke, his index finger dipped into her panties, showing her exactly what he would be doing with the frigid cube. Lucy had to place her hand over her mouth to keep from moaning. She could see from Bucky's seat how his erection was tented in his trousers. He kept kissing her neck unrelentingly, making her want to toss her head back in pleasure.
"I can tell you like that, baby," Her eyes fluttered close as she tried to move into his hand more, wanting to be filled by something. "You like the idea of me playing with your sweet little cunt?" Lucy nearly fainted at his filthy words. She had never heard such crass things uttered to her before. The idea excited her though, and she wanted nothing more than for him to continue. "Maybe I'll push the ice inside you a little bit just to watch it melt."
His finger played with her more, dipping into her just slightly and Lucy audibly moaned. "Oh God, Bucky!" She gasped half in horror but also arousal.
"Shhhh, you have to be quiet. When we get back I want you to scream my name as loud as you can. But right now you have to be quiet, can you do that for me, princess?" That was a new one, but Lucy found she liked being called his princess. She obediently nodded and then ran her hand through his hair and kissed him hard. Their mouths latched into one another as he finally plunged his finger all the way into her.
Lucy gasped into the kiss, saying his name in a muffled manner yet again. They continued tasting one another. She felt at home as their mouths moulded. He licked her teeth, and Lucy very eagerly opened up for him as he continued pumping his finger in and out of her, curling it ever so slightly to hit something so deep in her only that he knew how to reach it.
The fact they were engaging in something so lurid and dirty where anyone could see them excited both of them beyond belief. Lucy wondered what doing other risky actions would entail. She nearly released right then and there as she thought of how he could hold her skirt around her hips and fuck her against a brick wall in a deserted alleyway. Or how he could get to his knees and place her legs around his shoulders and devour her in the elevator going to their room. Lucy found that the idea — as horribly sinful and inappropriate as it was, aroused her to no end.
Lucy's tongue licked the inside of his mouth as they continued on their passionate endeavour. She could feel him smiling through the kiss, making her heart race that much more.
Lucy knew of his painful straining in the confines of his clothing. His neglected member likely was aching for her touch, and she wished for nothing more than to be able to release him and take him in her mouth, tasting him, and feeling the bulging veins underneath him.
She knew that was perhaps a little too risky, though. At least if anyone were to see them at that point, they would just see a man in the back loving his girl, unable to see his fingers working away under her skirt. If they turned around and saw her with her head in his lap, it would be more obvious what they were getting up to.
To give him some relief, she opted to palm him over his pants. His hand quickly snatched her by the wrist, holding it tightly to halt her actions.
"N-no, don't do that," Bucky begged her quickly, breaking the kiss to stutter. "I won't last if you do. Although, I do appreciate the thought." He knew he'd likely be able to calm down before they were ready to leave, but he knew if Lucy touched him that he would easily be finished. He lifted her delicate hand that he had captured and gently placed a small peck on it.
"Later?" She asked with a twinkle in her eye and a small smile. He breathed out a laugh, wondering how he ended up with such a vixen.
"Don't worry Luce, you can touch me as much you want when we get out of here," Bucky knew he was leaking precum everywhere from the way he felt the dampness in his slacks. Luckily he had a long enough coat to cover up the spots it would make. He silently thanked God that it was winter, and he wondered just how the hell he was going to take his dirty little wife anywhere in public in the summer months.
"You want another one inside you?" He asked, knowing one finger in her wasn't enough to sate her. From the way she was clenching around him, he knew she needed more. While he continued to thrust his digits into her, his thumb paid apt attention to her clitoris, causing her nerves to be set on fire.
"Please," She begged as he dipped his head down to pepper soft pecks along the tops of her breasts. He could see the way the light purple bruising along her neckline was beginning to form. Luckily, he made sure to only leave them where her dress would cover. He knew he'd get a good smack if there were any that were noticeable.
Bucky slid another finger inside her pulsing core. It went in without any struggle since she was already soaking. Lucy bit her lip as he moved them in and out of her while simultaneously making a scissoring motion with them. The sounds that were emitting from her were obscene, and she was so thankful the film covered it up. Bucky could hear each noise her body was making, how every time he pushed his fingers inside her, he was met with the sounds of her silky wet walls taking him in further.
"I wish we were alone," He whispered in her ear, making her shiver, "So I could see my fingers sliding in and out of you. I love watching your reactions. God, honey, I'd eat you up if it was just the two of us. I'd wanna fuck you with my tongue until you came all over my mouth."
Lucy gripped his wrist harshly, her nails digging into his skin. Her thighs shot together to hold his hand there, not wanting him to leave until she got what she wanted. Much to her embarrassment, he asked, "You like the sound of that, don't you? Such a dirty girl, wanting to hear about the way I'm gonna eat that sweet pussy up later."
"Bucky!" Lucy gasped in horror. He was truly using the most filthy of languages. She had heard that word before, obviously. She lived in a military base camp for years! But it still made her blush for her womanhood to be called such a degrading thing. Her cheeks were even redder than before, but she could feel the slickness her body was producing betray her.
"I'm gonna lick you from stem to stern," He promised her, chuckling. Oh, he was such a bastard. Lucy almost wanted to roll her eyes, knowing he was now doing it on purpose just to watch her squirm. He slipped a third finger in her and she covered her mouth to suppress the noise of her gasp.
He kissed her to shut her up. Lucy enjoyed this method much more than having to use her hand to muffle her sounds. She began rocking her hips into his hand as he thrust it forward. Bucky could smell the scent of her from where he was, desiring her even more. His blood boiled as their teeth clashed roughly against one another. He wanted her so badly that Bucky thought he would combust if he didn't have her soon.
Lucy felt a similar way in the way she felt him desperately kiss her. Her one hand that wasn't clutching his wrist with a death grip ran through his short hair, tugging at it and causing him to groan. She sucked on his bottom lip, capturing it in her teeth as he continued his assault on her most sensitive parts.
Her internal walls clenched around him so tightly it was almost painful as she chased her release. "I wanna feel you leaking all over my tongue as you sit on my face. I want you to fucking ride me like you would my cock."
"Shit, Bucky, I'm gonna —,"
"You're gonna what? Cum? In public?" He asked her in a teasing tone.
Her shame should have been enough to deter her from the desire to finish, but she couldn't help it as he finally hit something inside her while he was curling his fingers.
"You're not gonna cum until I tell you to," Bucky growled before biting her ear again. Lucy moaned and tossed her head back, "You don't get to cum until I tell about how I'm gonna put you on your hands and knees on the bed and fuck you raw from behind."
"Bucky, please, I'm gonna —,"
"I didn't give you permission yet," He hissed, curling his fingers through her wet sex even more. His hand was soaked, sliding in with ease and little resistance. "And I haven't even begun to tell you how I'm gonna keep fucking you until you're all bruised, barely even able to walk in the morning. I'm gonna mark your body up so good, baby. Gonna make it known that you belong to me. That everything is mine. Your kiss-swollen lips," He kissed her sweetly as he mentioned them, "Your neck," His one hand wrapped around it as he nipped at it. Bucky put enough pleasure to slightly choke her, driving her mad, "Those gorgeous fucking tits of yours." His mouth nibbled at the tops of her breasts as he dipped down lower. He wished they were alone so he could take one in his mouth, pulling at it softly, "Your stomach and thighs," He added, and then finally as he continued his assault with his fingers, nearly making Lucy scream, "Your tight pussy — it's all mine, sweetheart. All mine."
Lucy was trying her very hardest to hold him off, to obey him and not finish, but it was nearing impossible, "I can feel you're so close," She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to keep her looming orgasm at bay, but it was pointless. "I wanna watch you lose yourself on my cock as I fuck you. I want you to take everything I give you, letting me fill you up to the brim with my cum. I fucking love watching it drip out of you sweetheart, serving as reminder that I own you," Bucky was purposefully speaking in such a disgusting, crude manner, knowing how her body reacted to it. There was truth in his words, of course, but it was mostly just to get a rise out of Lucy.
As she thought of Bucky finishing inside her, claiming her as his, Lucy suddenly only saw white. Bucky covered her mouth with his hand as he gave her permission to finish, silencing her as she let out one of the most sinful moans as she came apart on his fingers. Stars danced behind her closed eyelid, and an explosion went off at the core of her being. She lit up like a firework as her orgasm rocked through her, and Bucky relentlessly continued to finger her until he could feel her pulsing and twitching.
When he pulled out, Lucy nearly cried. He let out a pleased sigh, a smile on his face which made him look incredibly proud of himself. "That's my girl,"
Bucky's fingers were soaked with her fluids, and after he placed a sweet, meaningful, soft, kiss on her lips, he praised her even more, "Such a good girl for me," He repeated, satisfied with her reaction, breathing in the scent of her hair as he rested his face against her. Bucky then smirked coyly as he placed his digits in his mouth, licking up the mess.
Lucy once again nearly moaned at the filthy sight of him lapping up her essence. She felt the slick between her legs and uncomfortably shifted, still trying to take air in her lungs. Her entire body was shaking from the power of her orgasm, and the fact she was still twitching made her want to roll her eyes to the back of her head.
"You're okay? That wasn't too far?" Bucky asked, a little out of breath. He was still painfully hard. He whipped out a handkerchief and helped clean up the sopping mess between her legs he aided in creating.
"You," She took in a shaky inhale, "Are positively evil. You are the biggest troublemaker I've ever met, Bucky Barnes." Lucy huffed, "Such a dirty man, trying to corrupt me. If I had any sense at all I would have just walked away."
"But you didn't. You stayed right here," He pressed his lips to the side of her face, "Don't pretend you didn't love it."
"Scoundrel," Lucy accused him and rolled her eyes. Her cheeks were still red with a heated blush, and her heart was pounding so hard in her chest that she thought it might burst from her caged ribs. "I hate you,"
"Nah, don't say that. You love me," Bucky winked and then plopped a few pieces of their abandoned popcorn into his mouth, happily chewing away. "Best date ever!" He said through a muffled mouthful in a boyish manner, smiling wider than she had ever seen before.
"Yeah, it was something alright," Lucy agreed, a little out of breath. She had sweat on her forehead which she quickly dabbed away, "Any of the other girls ever let you do that?"
There had been one time in a car where he and a gal had taken a trip out of the city to fool around. He had her legs up soon enough with his head under her skirt not long after they parked, making her call out his name. There were other women who he had managed to more than just a quick goodnight kiss from as well. Before Lucy, he had never done something so public though, especially with other people in the room.
"Just you, baby," Bucky promised her. He then let out a pained exhale as he ran a hand through his dark chocolate locks. He looked a little distressed, barking out a small laugh, "I think we should probably find a church after this,"
Lucy couldn't help but giggle as well, blushing at the thought of what just happened, "Probably,"
But why even bother confessing when they were just going to go back to the room and continue sinning?
Once the movie finished, it took a few minutes for Lucy and Bucky to fix themselves up. Another handkerchief that he had on him was stained red from her lipstick, contracting with its stark white colour. Lucy fixed her dress up, straightening the skirt and attempting to get the wrinkles out of the blouse. She made sure all her buttons were done up, attempting to cover up any of the dark purple marks Bucky might have left on her shoulders, collarbone, and neck.
She stood with shaky legs and was only able to walk with his encouraging hand resting on the small of her back.
Lucy and Bucky stayed in the darkened room for a little. With her thumb, Lucy licked the tip of it and attempted to get more of the lipstick off the corner of his mouth. Bucky protested, saying he didn't need her fussing over him.
After walking out hand in hand, they parted ways to go to their respective gender's bathroom. Lucy fixed her hair and reapplied her lipstick, while Bucky made sure to wash his hands of her essence, and then try to get some of her crimson makeup off the white collar of his shirt.
Once rejoining one another they bundled back up to face the cold. With Bucky's arms around her shoulders and hers around his waist, she whispered in his ear that she wanted to go back to the hotel so he could make good on his promises of what he told her he was going to do while in the theatre.
Bucky protested, saying they still had dinner and dancing plans. Lucy only suggested they did that tomorrow instead, and with an exaggerated sigh, Bucky finally gave in to his wife.
With a little squeal, she happily went on her tippy toes to place a peck on his cheek. "You're the best!" She exclaimed, and then purred, "I'll make it worth your while."
"I know you will, pige," He only shook his head at how insatiable his girl was. She was an absolute menace, and he wondered if there would be a time where they spent more than a couple hours away from the room.
As they were happily walking and chatting, Bucky stopped by a small floral shop and went inside, telling her to stay where she was. He returned with a smile and a red rose in his hand. It was cut short so he could attach it to her coat. Lucy immediately smiled as soon as she saw it.
"Champagne and flowers? You sure know how to spoil a girl,"
"Just one flower," He corrected her, "And uhh, they didn't have sunflowers, unfortunately," He scratched the back of his neck, "But I got this to match your lipstick."
Lucy thanked him as she giggled slightly, her cheeks turning red again. She had been spoiled by men before, but never to the extent that Bucky had gone in the last few days. It wasn't designer dresses and perfumes and frilly things, but it was in his own way and it made it all the more special to her.
He pinned to the front breast on her coat, and Lucy smiled down at it. The contrast of colour on her grey coat made it look much nicer.
"I'll get you a whole bouquet of a bunch of flowers one day," Bucky promised her. "And eventually we're gonna get a place in Brooklyn that's just ours. And it's gonna have a little patch of grass in the front, and I'm gonna plant big yellow sunflowers outside the window for you. So every morning you can go into the kitchen and see them." Lucy didn't know why her ears were filling up with tears as he spoke. It probably was because her heart was so filled with love that she just couldn't handle it.
And the fact he didn't think he deserved her broke her heart. It was her that didn't deserve him.
"This is just fine," Was all she could choke out about the rose. If she had to say anything about the sunflowers Lucy knew she would burst out crying. As soon the little started to fade she would press it in between one of her books so she would be able to keep it forever. "I love you so much, James," Lucy said delicately as she touched his face as he smiled.
"I know," He replied and then pulled her in by the waist. They kissed in the middle of the street. It wasn't like how it was in the cinema. This time, it was a kiss of love and sweetness. Nothing about it was rushed or heated and they took their time with one another.
They were eventually cut off as soon as Lucy felt a pull at her coat sleeve. Breaking away from Bucky to see what it could have been that had snagged itself on her, Lucy frowned. As she peered down, she was met with the sight of a small being with a tear-stained face.
"Excuse me?" A little girl tugged on Lucy's sleeve.
"Oh um... yes?" She looked uncomfortable, as though she hadn't had much experience with children. It was a totally new element for her. Bucky was surprised as well to see a child, knowing most of them were in the countryside. He definitely didn't expect one to come up to them while he was sweetly kissing his wife.
"I can't find my mummy." The girl said with big alligator drops running down her cheeks as she huffed and puffed.
"Well, that's no good." Lucy bit her lip and gently patted the girl on her head like she was a rabid animal Lucy didn't know how to tame. "We should... go find her, right?"
The little girl reached up to grab Lucy's hand and she immediately yanked it back, almost as though she was scared of the child and as though the touch had burned her. Bucky looked on at the scene and frowned.
With hesitation in her eyes, Lucy grabbed the girl's hand but looked nervous to do so. "Let's umm, go find her then." She pursed her lip again and treated the young child as though she was a snake, unpredictable, and unstable.
"Here, sweetie," Bucky decided that Lucy had enough. He decided to step in and intervene, knowing she would likely burst out in tears if she had to interact with a child any longer. Leaning down and picking her up in his arms, Bucky grabbed the young girl and hoisted her upon his shoulders, "Let's go find your mom." He shot Lucy a wink, who quickly mouthed a 'thank you' to him. The little girl giggled on Bucky's shoulders, her tears finally ending as she realized she had found adults who could help her.
Lucy's fingers intertwined with Bucky's as they began walking down the street, trying to find the hysterical child's mother, "So, what's your mom look like, huh?" Bucky asked.
"She's pretty with long hair and a nice smile." The girl answered with a toothy grin.
"Pretty with a nice smile? So kinda like you then?" He jumped a little, making the girl squeal and hold onto his head tightly.
Lucy smiled as she witnessed the scene, wishing she could be as good with children as Bucky was. It was never her forté, though. She was good at a lot of things, but children were never one of them.
They walked for a little while and Bucky and the small girl chatted happily about silly things. Lucy remained quiet, only cocking a small smile every now and then at certain things they said.
As they approached the end of the street, they heard a large gasp. Lucy and Bucky's gaze was directed at a woman who looked slightly like the young girl, with matching tears falling down her cheeks as well, "Oh! Thank god!" The frazzled mother came around the corner, another small child in her arms, "Lily, where have you been? I thought I lost you!" Bucky placed the girl back on the ground and she ran to her mother. "Thank you both so much! You're absolute angels!" She exclaimed in happiness.
"Not a problem Ma'am," Bucky spoke for the two of them.
"What do you say to the nice people for helping you?" The mother asked the little girl.
"Thank you!" She smiled, flashing them a toothy grin.
Bucky said that she was welcome with a smile, and Lucy gave her a small wave. As they watched the mother and her two children walk away, he turned back to his clearly flustered wife.
"We gonna talk about what just happened?" Bucky asked with a cocky smirk.
"Nope," Lucy shook her head as she grabbed his hand as they began walking back to the hotel, "Talk about what? What's there to talk about?"
"The fact you're scared of kids!" Bucky couldn't believe that Lucy, his Lucy, who had braved immortal test subjects, Nazi's, and torture, was scared of a four-year-old girl.
"I'm not... scared of them!" She stuttered nervously, looking flustered. "They just make me uncomfortable!"
"How can they make you uncomfortable, they're so cute! Especially babies!"
"Ugh!" Lucy rolled her eyes, "I'm so sick of everyone thinking babies are cute! They're not cute! They're like... little, wrinkled, ugly, old people!"
"Babies are cute! You just don't have a heart." Bucky laughed.
"I do too! I'm just not maternal!" Lucy defended herself.
"Well, good thing I am. I spent years fussin' over Steve like a real mother hen. And with my ma workin' so much, I had to raise my little sister. What I'm surprised at, is that you have two younger sisters, plus a niece and nephew! How are you so scared of them?"
"Well, I never cared for my sisters as infants. My mother did that. And when it was time for me to step up when she started working more, Adeline was five or so and Bea was only a year and a half younger than me. And as for my niece and nephew, I never held them as babies. It always used to drive Beatrix crazy." She smiled fondly. "It was also different though because they were family!"
"So when we have some you'll be alright." Bucky shrugged, trying to convince her.
"Some?" Lucy snorted, "One." She corrected, "How many exactly do you want?"
Bucky thought about it for a second, "Five,"
"Five?" Lucy nearly choked, "What's wrong with only having one as I suggested?" She then thought longer and paled, "Five children will ruin me!"
"Nah," He shook his head and then gently tickled her sides as she pushed him away, "You've got good birthing hips," She rolled her eyes, "I want four girls and one boy."
"Is there a reason why?" Lucy snorted as they continued to walk across the street.
Bucky didn't know why. But he had imagined having a large family with her. "Girls always take care of their parents when they're old and grey."
There was silence for a few moments. Lucy was mulling it over. He almost saw her lips twitch in a smile as he could see her brain turning like machinery. When she finally looked up at him she licked her lips, "You should be a father. You'd be incredible at it." Lucy tried to convince herself, as though she was trying to talk herself into wanting kids for his sake, "You deserve to be a father."
"And you'd be an incredible mother too." He tried to convince her, "You just have to get over your fear a little."
"I don't know about that," Lucy bit her lower lip nervously.
"You will be. And I'm sure you'll love it even if it looks like a little, wrinkled, ugly, old person." He assured her, his hand gently grabbing at her waist as he pressed another kiss to her hair.
Lucy looked up at him in horror, "Ohhh no! We are not having a baby that looks like that. Our baby will be cute!" She assured him, "Or at least it better be! Otherwise, I'm throwing it away!" She threatened jokingly.
"It will be cute. And you're gonna love it so much you're gonna want more. And then we'll have a ton of fun trying to make 'em," He said slyly as he kissed up her neck as they waited for the traffic to pass so they could cross the street again.
Lucy put her hands on her hips and huffed angrily, "James Barnes, if you put a baby in me before I'm ready I'm going to have a fit. You hear me? An absolute fit!" She exclaimed, blowing some hair out of her face.
"Perfect! It'll be practice for when we have the real baby," He teased her and she hit his shoulder and rolled her eyes once more.
He pulled her into him and stole a quick peck, his hands kept on her waist. With a smirk, he looked down at her, "Lucky we have lots of time to get some practice rounds in now."
"Ohhh, no! Not after so much baby talk! You stay good and far away from me, you ruffian! With our luck after a talk like that, you'll get me on the first try!" She exclaimed in a whirl of laughter, "It's by some miracle I'm not already carrying your child!"
"Alright, alright!" He laughed, "I'll go run out and get some protection. "
"You do that!" She said with a smirk and released his hand so she could walk away, with a devilish look over her shoulder she yelled back to him, "And don't even think about trying to crawl into bed with me without any!" Bucky watched her walk away, studying the way her behind bounced with each step she took. He better find some quick, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to help himself.
The only problem was where to find some on a Sunday. He sighed as he tried to think, wondering if he could bother some of the Commandos for one. But then again, he didn't want them knowing what trouble he was about to get up in with his wife.
Bucky knew it was a long shot to go to perfect Boy Scout Steve, but it was worth the try.
Eeeek. I always hate writing smutty stuff. I know y'all love it but every time I write it I'm like: 'Is this really good or really cringe?' I suppose all smut is cringeworthy to an extent, though. I'm always so scared to write just filth in my chapters, so that's why I've sandwiched it in with some fluff. It's remarkably uncomfortable to write, and you may have noticed how I have chosen to stay away from the 'P' word and 'C' word while describing female genitalia. It's not because they weren't used in the 1940s, it's just that Lucy and Bucky aren't really that type of couple for most of the fic. Although, I suppose they actually, and I figured one nasty smutty scene was needed in order to let their freak flag fly.
Anyway, thank you all for making this story possible! I realized the other day this story just had its 1st birthday earlier this week. Almost 400k words in a year isn't too shabby, huh?
Thank you to my regular readers and reviewers/commenters. You make all my hard work worth it.
-A
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