One last fluffy chapter. You know I can't resist it!
For those on AO3, you will have noticed I have assigned Chapter 50 to be the last one… Meaning, there are only three left in this fic :( There will be an epilogue as well which will be Chapter 51, but I will post that once I'm ready to publish the sequel. If you want to be alerted of when that happens, please subscribe/follow this work and to me with an author alert.
Chapter XLVII
Monte Cassino, Italy, 1944
With the Allied Army advancing further on Rome, Lucy's job became that much harder.
She suddenly wasn't the only archaeologist, and due to her being a woman, she was easily dismissed. However, she had been one for the army for a long time and many were not used to working under artillery fire. The first time they had been shot at while transporting Renaissance paintings, some of the newer members looked frightened. She and Charles only sat back and tried to look as though they weren't bothered by the whizzing bullets.
Although Lucy had Charles back and was working closely with Daniel, and often saw her good friend Elsa Hardy, there was a loneliness that shrouded over her like a hanging storm cloud.
She missed Bucky. Always. Every moment of every day she missed him, and when he wasn't there it felt as though an entire piece of her was gone, like she was short of a limb. It burned through her, causing pain to rush through her every vein and nerve. Her heart felt heavily weighed down in those few weeks, as though it was hardly beating.
Gilbert Whitney had transferred from the 107th to work permanently under her services. He still had a bad attitude, but many times he made her laugh and was much more tolerable to be around.
Dare she even say it — they might have actually been friends.
Lucy spent most of her time working, cataloguing the oil paintings and artifacts they had secured, as Charles did his best to work on any permanent features while Daniel hovered between the two of them.
The other archaeologists were there as well. Many of the Italians were apprehensive to listen to them. They wondered how it was possible that foreigners— let alone a woman, knew what was best for their history.
Daniel pointed out that Lucy was more decorated Lieutenant than any of them there, and that seemed to shut them up.
It came as a surprise to Lucy when Colonel Phillips told her that she had been granted several medals. Her time in Norway and then later her bravery at the Hydra base had apparently warranted them.
What a large price she had paid for a couple scraps of tin with some ribbon on it.
When he had informed her of such a decision, Lucy wondered who submitted her for the medal. With a cold gaze, the man only looked at her with a quizzical stare. Something about the man unsettled her. Perhaps it was his cool demeanor and the fact she never thought he liked her much.
He told her it was Sergeant James Barnes who submitted her for consideration, stating he had inquired about it while they thought she was KIA.
Colonel Philips thought it was funny he would do such a thing since the last he heard was that Lucy was attempting to get Bucky demoted. Philips then stared at her harshly and said that they seemed to have made nice on their mission in Norway.
Phillips asked her if she had anything to tell him, which led to Lucy admitting that she and Bucky eloped. His disappointment was evident, and he scolded Lucy like a small child. Phillips stated he was already aware of their situation after Captain Rogers informed him of it. He told her that if she had been anyone else, Lucy would have been transferred immediately but fortunately for her, they desperately needed help.
The entire lecture was humiliating, and Lucy had to do her best to keep from lashing out. It was remarkably difficult to do so though, and after the instance with Phillips the days went by slowly for Lucy. Day bled into night, and night faded back into day. She no longer had any concept of what month it was, although she suspected it was nearing March.
It was odd to think of how long Lucy had been away from her home. She could hardly remember her sister's faces and wondered if she would ever see them again. Each day the war continued, Lucy struggled to think that things would ever return to normal. She had to have hope that it would indeed end soon and that she could get back to the life that she left behind.
She was thankful that it wasn't as cold as it was in London, and the weather stayed fairly dependable. Nights still proved to be chilly, but she stayed warm in her tarped tent which kept out the draft. However, Elsa had gotten a new tentmate, much to her dismay.
It didn't mean Elsa and Lucy never saw one another, though. At one point when Lucy had been heading back to base from the front, she had managed to catch a ride with a bunch of nurses.
A tired Elsa was there, immediately picking up the moment she saw her old friend. They chatted away, despite the other nurses' annoyance as they were trying to sleep during the ride.
Lucy and Elsa had too much to catch up on, though. Elsa wondered whether or not she had heard from Bucky since he had joined the Howling Commandos. Lucy swallowed a lump in her throat as she thought about it and shook her head.
Mail was never reliable in the army, though. It took weeks, and sometimes months to receive anything. Plus, they had only been separated for a little over five weeks. Lucy didn't expect him to write so soon, despite the fact she had written to him every three days or so when she found adequate time.
As Elsa and Lucy spoke shellfire hit the road in front of them, causing several large craters to form in the earth. The driver had managed to slam on the breaks before the shell hit the ground, skidding to a stop. If he hadn't the good judgment to do so, their vehicle would have been blasted into smithereens where the decimated earth was.
Dirt had rained itself on the front window, speckling it black. The noise had temporarily made their ears ring, and several of the nurses who were not sitting down solidly had fallen to the floor of the truck. With a pale face and scared eyes, the driver turned back to yell if the ladies were okay. With shaky voices, they answered they were fine.
Elsa was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling violently. She clutched a rosary tightly, and despite it not being the first brush she had with death, it appeared to have shaken her to her core.
Lucy, however, attempted to remain composed. She was a little nervous about how close they were to their demise, but she didn't show it. "You're not scared?" Elsa asked with fear in her large eyes. Her pale skin seemed to get just a little whiter in those few moments.
Lucy shrugged. There was nothing she could do about it if artillery fire hit the truck. All she could do was accept it. Although, it did cause her pulse to quicken a little, and she twisted at her wedding ring nervously.
"We'll be alright," Lucy promised her.
"I heard the German's have been purposefully picking off nurses," One nurse across from her stated nervously. The poor thing looked as though she were about to hyperventilate.
"Keep your head down while you're at the front. I have a feeling they're about to declare Rome an open city any day now, but I'm sure the German's will still be trying to put up a good fight," She didn't know what else to offer the ladies. Most of them had forgone their white dresses long ago, instead, wearing men's clothing or different uniforms so they wouldn't stand out. "It'll be alright," Lucy promised Elsa. The redhead only stared at her with timid eyes. Lucy wished she could say something to comfort her, but it was never her strong suit.
The echo of gunshots grew and the weary nurses looked even more uneasy. They lacked cover on the road they were on, most of the trees having been uprooted and destroyed by the whizzing bullets that rained down on it after several years of fighting. The only colour for miles was a deathly grey, and it hung over the land like a plague. The road was totally barren, and although they were a part of a large convoy, it still made Lucy nervous to know they could be ambushed.
"Tell me about London! Of your wedding!" Elsa requested as the grip on Lucy's hand only got stronger. Lucy didn't like to talk of such silly girlish things while in the middle of the war. It undermined her a little, and also allowed men to think of her differently. Thankfully though, there were no men in the back of the truck with them.
Lucy began to protest, "I don't know—,"
"Please!" Elsa pleaded, "Just for a distraction?"
The other nurses, as exhausted as they were, perked up at that. In something as ugly as war, everyone liked a good happy story. Many tired faces were suddenly on Lucy, looking at her with curious gazes. Their hands were bloodied from their efforts of saving countless men. They had worked so hard for something which must have seemed so futile. The least Lucy could do was give them a good story.
"It was the first night we got to London," She swallowed thickly as she felt all the eyes in the back of the truck on her, "And we were celebrating being on leave. We were drinking in the pub, and everyone was in good spirits even though it was raining and snowing. Everyone seemed so warm and happy to just be away. And perhaps it was the liquor or maybe just the fact we were drunk of happiness, but I think we both knew something was going to happen that night." Lucy took a pause. She smiled at the memory, love flooding her chest as she recalled how handsome Bucky looked in his officers uniform and how he had smiled widely at her.
"Lucy met her husband here." Elsa pointed out to the other nurses, "They started out hating one another, but I knew there was a spark between them." She said smugly, "They were sent off a secret mission in Norway and they fell in love,"
There were some small giggles and smiles from the girls. Lucy blushed at Elsa's cheesy recount, "And then they had a night of passion in a deserted farmhouse," Elsa nudged Lucy's side teasingly and she blushed even further and partially wanted to gag, "But then they were separated and he thought she was dead for months. Lucy was actually just captured, and then he was captured afterward. And as they were there he asked her to marry him if they got out alive. He didn't have a ring, but he gave her a piece of string to wear around her finger instead. Isn't that romantic?"
There were some sighs and some whisperings and Lucy's cheeks turned even further red. She almost rolled her eyes at Elsa but knew a distraction was welcomed from the harsh reality that they were facing.
"Tell us more!" One nurse requested shyly. She looked around Adeline's age, young and scared. She must have been new to the efforts, given she didn't look as tired as the rest of them, "It's nice to hear happy stories for once."
"There was a bad brawl that he started to defend my honour. When we ran out of the pub he began kissing me in the middle of the street in the rain." Lucy smiled again, her heart aching ever so slightly. Although she and Bucky had been separated for only a few weeks it still hurt. Not to mention, he still was based where she was. She had thought him and Comandos would have been back by now after being gone for over five weeks. "Then he told me he didn't want to wait any longer for us to get married and asked if I'd marry him right then and there. Then there was an air raid, and our plans were ruined. We took cover in the London Underground, and ended up getting married on the platform with only our closest friends there,"
"Isn't that just the sweetest story?" Elsa exclaimed and then got a devilish look in her eyes, "Did you make love all night afterward? He's so devilishly handsome I don't know how you would have kept your hands off of him."
"We, umm…" Lucy cleared her throat uncomfortably. Heat gathered even more in her cheeks and blood rushed past her ears, "Yes?" She answered hesitantly. If she said she didn't make love on her wedding night was that odd? Plus, she hated lying to Elsa. But Lucy wasn't the type who wanted her bedroom life on display.
"He sounds dreamy," A petite blonde nurse giggled as they rounded their way to the base. Lucy breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the tents looming in the distance. Elsa slowly released her death grip on Lucy's hand.
"Oh, he is! Luce and I called him 'Sergeant Handsome' for the longest time," Elsa giggled, "And he has the sweetest nickname for her too! What is it again, Lucy?"
"Pigeon," Lucy answered as she felt her heart drop as she thought about it. The more she spoke of him, the more she missed him and it caused a sinking feeling in her stomach, "Pige," She corrected.
"Bucky's such a gentleman too! He visited her in the medical —,"
"That's not exactly a common name." A nurse sitting a little way down the truck's bench made herself known. "Bucky Barnes? From the 107th? From Brooklyn?" She was pretty, with deep brown eyes and short brown hair. She had sweet features and was remarkably beautiful.
Lucy was suddenly frowning as she felt her stomach drop even more, her heart suddenly hammering, "How do you know him?"
The nurse laughed, "My name's Connie! Bucky is something of an old flame."
Oh. There was a difference between Lucy knowing of Bucky's past dating habits, and then being forced to meet one. For some reason as Lucy looked on at the pretty, petite, nurse with a sweet face and gentle figure, Lucy began comparing herself to her.
She knew she shouldn't, of course. But where Connie was lovely and small, with one of the prettiest faces Lucy had ever seen, she was the opposite. Lucy was tall for a woman, and although she had some curves around her breasts, hips, and thighs, she didn't look gentle like other women who had them. Instead, she looked sharp, with her high cheekbones, and long limbs.
"He's got a reputation, that one." Connie clicked her teeth, "I'm surprised he settled down. He definitely didn't seem ready when I did his medical check." She giggled a little, "He was quite the flirt even when I was stabbing needles into his behind. It was very cute," She winked at Lucy.
Lucy blinked a couple times, becoming completely surprised by the fact that not only did this Connie know Bucky, but they actually went out.
"We only went on one date before he shipped off. It was at the Stark Expo. He was a perfect gentleman all night, trying to show me a good time and be polite." Lucy pursed her lips, trying not to show she cared. She wasn't the jealous type, but why was she suddenly feeling like it? "He was a mighty good kisser though," Connie added as she giggled bashfully.
Elsa noticed Lucy's change in attitude. She gave her hand a small squeeze again.
The brunette only shrugged and then sighed, "He really didn't seem like a guy who'd ever get married. I asked him to write to me and not even a single letter came. Now, I know why - he met you. But still, I wonder what made you so special," Lucy could tell from her tone it wasn't intended to be a rude statement, but she found herself questioning what did make her so special?
"Lucy has to be one of the smartest women in the world!" Elsa praised her, "She has a PhD. and is one of the leading experts in her field, plus her family are the Lee—"
"It doesn't matter why," Lucy answered before Elsa could go on a rant. She didn't need her bragging on her behalf. Besides, she knew Bucky didn't marry her for any of those reasons. "We just make it work," Her voice was quiet, almost as though she was trying to convince herself that instead of everyone else.
"They're soulmates." Was all Elsa could answer with a small smile, "I think they could live infinite lifetimes, and find each other again in each one."
Lucy smiled at her sweet friend. Although Lucy didn't believe in soulmates, she figured if they did exist, she and Bucky might be the closest thing to one.
The Howling Commandos was different from being a Sergeant in the 107th for Bucky. What was even more different, was now Steve Rogers, the skinny kid he knew from Brooklyn, was now giving him orders.
Over the last few weeks with the Howlie's Bucky had been on more missions with them than he had his entire time in the army. The little downtime they had was precious, and he spent most of it trying to sleep.
The comradery was nice though, and Bucky found he was fitting in quite well with all the men.
Everyone was different and brought someone original to the team. No two people had the same skill set, and Bucky spent most of his time away from the action and lying on the ground on his belly with a sniper rifle in his grasp.
It was true Bucky was superb with long-range weapons. He had been told by several higher-ups that he was perhaps the best they had ever seen. But Bucky missed being in the thick of it. He missed fighting shoulder to shoulder with Steve and Dum Dum.
Bucky guessed part of the reason he was kept far away from the ugly stuff was that Steve wanted to make sure he made it back safely to Lucy. Which, of course, Bucky appreciated, but he still missed being more involved.
Bucky liked the quiet nights by the fires the most when they were doing raids. The stories the men told had him in tears from laughing so hard. The playful fighting and wrestling were also fun, and Bucky had won quite a few pretty pennies from it, as well as card matches.
A lot of times though, instead of joining in on the fun with singing and merriment, he spent his moments by the fire with a pen in his hand. He wrote to Lucy every single day. He knew they wouldn't be separated for long, but it still made his chest ache to not be with her.
Bucky wrote to her about everything. He spoke of Steve and how well he was doing, and how strange it was to see him run at breakneck speeds when before the mere idea of going for a jog would have sent him into spirals of an asthma attack. He wrote her of Dum Dum, and the silly jokes he told. He didn't include some of the more unsavoury comments though, for obvious reasons.
He tried to leave out any details of the missions. For various censorship reasons, and because he didn't want to worry Lucy about all the danger he had been in. He knew she was probably worried enough as it was.
Bucky missed her more than his words could ever describe. Although the guys gave him shit for writing to her so often, he didn't mind. He looked at her picture often. He didn't keep it in his compass, like Steve kept Agent Carter's. Bucky kept Lucy's picture in a special pocket close to his heart along with the handkerchief he once used to help clean up her lipstick after they kissed.
As Bucky daydreamed he almost forgot what he was doing at that moment as he unloaded their gear off the plane as they returned back to base after five long weeks. If he was being honest, it wasn't actually that long in retrospect. But back to back missions took a toll, and the only reason they had returned was to gather intel with Colonel Phillips and Agent Carter.
They were set to leave again in a few hours, but he would be damned if he missed seeing his wife. Even if it was only for ten minutes, it was better than nothing.
It took longer than he had hoped to finish up restocking the supplies and unloading everything. By the time he was finished, most of the men were famished. He had to admit, he was a little hungry too, his growling stomach betraying him.
Deciding to seek out some of his previous unit members from the 107th, Bucky, Dugan, and Gabe Jones set out to see where they were and hopefully rustle up some grub.
Bucky was happy to be back in Italy, and each time he caught sight of a nurse with brown hair his heart raced a little. He knew it was a long shot running into Lucy, but he still hoped it would happen by chance. Disappointment welled in the core of his being as he realized that Lucy was very likely in her work tent, or on-site somewhere rescuing some old painting or statue from ruin.
It wasn't until hours later when he was sitting on a decapitated log stump belonging to a dead tree when his heart finally raced again. He had been eating beans out of a can, the taste of it turning to ash in his mouth from its flavourless form. Bucky was sitting with the very few friends from the 107th who were still alive, trying to catch up with them on their war efforts.
Jack Reed, a young man from Delaware, had his attention piqued when a truck appeared off to the side after it got stuck in the mud. Some of the soldiers sitting around attempted to help it get unstuck, pushing the back of it. Finally, when it didn't budge, the passengers from its canvased bed spilled out from the back. It was clear they were nurses, and immediately they held every man's attention.
Bucky continued to shovel beans in his mouth, hardly paying the women any mind until Jack began to hit him excitedly on the chest with the back of his hand, unable to contain his excitement as the women came forward.
"Dames!" The young man exclaimed in awe, "Damesdamesdamesdames!" He was practically drooling as they flooded out from the back of the truck, choosing to walk the remainder of the way.
"Alright, alright! Calm down! This the first time you've seen one before?" Bucky asked, annoyed from the interruption.
"Just haven't seen one in a while, that's all!" Jack defended himself. Bucky could hear the wolf-whistling and catcalls from the men, but most of the ladies ignored them. Some chose to wave at the disheartened soldiers though, smiling as they passed by.
"Hey, Sarg?" Dugan said lowly, trying to get his attention.
"What?" Bucky asked irritatedly, putting his spoon down in the can as he huffed. He looked at his friend, who only had a smug grin on his face, looking as though they shared an inside joke.
Dugan only gestured to the group of ladies that walked by. "Redhead, four o'clock," Bucky nearly rolled his eyes at the man, not wanting to leer over some random woman.
"Dugan, I—" Bucky's voice caught as he looked up and saw the familiar fiery red hair that his eyes fell upon. The colour stood out amongst the devastated landscape, capturing his attention immediately.
It wasn't that woman who made his breath hitch though. Beside her, stood another feminine figure of equal beauty. His heart pounded against his rib cage as he saw his ethereal wife walking beside the redhead. It was clear that it was her that Dugan was trying to get him to look at, knowing Elsa was easier to spot first, due to the fiery pigment of her long locks.
Seeing Lucy again made him feel the exact same way he did back when he first laid eyes on her. He looked at her form, hungrily eyeing her up as his gaze followed her.
"Holy shit!" Jack's jaw fell open as he looked on at them, "I'm in love. I'm absolutely in love. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!"
"Which one?" Dugan asked with a snort, unable to tell if Jack was talking about Elsa or Lucy. It didn't appear as though Jack had a preference. He was seconds away from taking off after them and proposing to whatever one would have him. Like a love-drunk young man, he only replied in a stutter, "Any of them! All of them! I don't care!"
Bucky shrugged, pretending to be uninterested, "That brunette next to the redhead is kinda plain lookin' if you ask me," He continued to eat at his dinner, his spoon scraping the bottom of the can. "Nothing special," He said through his mouthful.
Jack looked at him as though he had committed the highest level of blasphemy. He stared at him dumbly before exclaiming, "Are you insane?!"
Bucky only pursed his lips and shrugged again. He tried to contain his grin as he looked down at the unappealing food before him. He'd much rather ogle his beautiful wife, but wanted to appear uninterested instead.
"I'd let that dame bust my balls any day of the week!" Jack huffed in wonder, unable to look away from the two women, "If she even looked at me — let alone talked to me— I'd probably cream my pants right then and there. By God, I'd kill for five minutes with her."
Bucky grabbed his water canteen, washing the taste of his dinner out of his mouth and trying to keep himself composed after hearing the comment Jack made about Lucy. "Bet you any amount of money I can get a kiss out of her," He smirked, stretching as he got to his feet. Lucy still hadn't seen him yet, immersed in her conversation with her friend.
"Good luck!" Jack snorted, amused at the offer, "You might think she's a Plain Jane, but I guarantee she won't give you the time of day."
Bucky grinned as he shot Dugan a wink. He redirected his eyes back to Lucy. She was a sight for sore eyes and as she stood there Bucky didn't feel quite so hopeless in the terrible place they had found themselves in. To him, she stood out like a sore thumb. She was too lovely and perfect to be there, amidst all the destruction and devastation.
Elsa was the one who caught sight of him first. She gently nudged Lucy's shoulder, causing her to look over. Lucy finally turned to him and her mouth fell open, "Oh!" She exclaimed in surprise as she saw Bucky.
"Ma'am," He nodded respectfully to her. Just because they were married, it didn't mean he was exempt from showing her the respect that was owed.
"Sergeant," Lucy swallowed a lump in her throat, shifting awkwardly as he stood before her. Her eyes raked over him, making sure he wasn't injured. To her relief, there wasn't a single scratch on him.
Elsa smiled widely as she told Lucy she would give them a minute alone. Lucy thanked her and then turned her attention back to Bucky. She looked at him with wide eyes, and he smirked as he noticed her flustering as well. It was something he could use to his advantage.
"So what's a sweet young thing like you doin' in a nasty place like this?" He flirted with her, looking her up and down and wanting nothing more than to grab her by the neck and slam his lips against hers. He had never craved a woman so much, needing her mouth on his desperately.
"Funny, I was just about to ask you the same thing." She cocked an eyebrow, her weight shifting on her hip. Her cocky little attitude was going to get her in trouble, that much he was sure of.
Bucky scoffed, a pursed, dreamy grin on his face, "You gonna come give your husband a kiss or what, doll?" He teased her, wanting to see her squirm and blush.
She blinked a couple times as her cheeks turned red, "Sergeant Barnes, I don't feel that would be appropri—Mmpff!" Lucy was cut off with a squeal as he grabbed her by the back of the neck and smashed his lips on hers passionately.
They ignored the wolf whistles and hoots and hollers from the people around them, choosing to only focus on one another. Bucky wrapped his arms around her waist as he deepened the kiss, wanting to taste her tongue on his. Lucy's grip around his neck tightened as he licked her teeth. A tight coil deep in her belly snapped, and the way he was kissing her made her weak in the knees.
As they pulled away, they could only look dreamily at one another, caught in their own secret world only composed of each other.
Bucky could hear Jack exclaim in shock, wondering how he was able to get a kiss out of her so quickly. His jaw was likely on the floor form witnessing such a scene, and Bucky could hear Dugan laugh, "That's his wife, you moron!" He only replied, making both Bucky and Lucy smile as they finally separated from one another.
"Hi," He whispered to her as he brushed some of the hair from her face.
"Well hello to you too, Sergeant." Lucy chuckled as she finally took a step back, realizing the inappropriate position they were both in.
"Hi to you both," A smirking Gilbert Whitney stood off to the side, leaning on a carcass of a dead tree, a lazy smile on his face as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. He was smoking a cigarette, holding in between his fingers and he brought it between his lips, "Do I get a kiss too?" Whitney asked as he exhaled the stale smoke.
"From who? Me or Lucy?" Bucky joked, turning back to the man. They weren't exactly friends, but they were no longer enemies.
"Dr. Heinrich, obviously! Who'd ever wanna kiss your ugly mug?" Whitney exclaimed in horror. Lucy only snickered, more than willing to volunteer for such a position.
Bucky looked up at shock at the man, shock evident on his face from what he said, "Luce, look at that! You've got him callin' you Dr. Heinrich and everything!" Bucky mocked Whitney who only flipped him the bird and rolled his eyes in an annoyed fashion.
As Lucy and Bucky stood side by side, her hand rested on his lower back as his arm was around her shoulders. "Yep," She said with a smug grin, "You teach a dog through repetition. I've got him all trained up and everything just like how I've got you!" Lucy moved her hand from the small of his back where it rested down his bum possessively.
"Trained?" Bucky blinked a couple times in surprise, wondering what she meant.
"Mhhm, all men need to get trained up to an extent when a woman's involved. Housebreaking is next for you." Lucy teased with a wink and Bucky only snorted and rolled his eyes as she placed a kiss on his cheek.
Whitney only smirked at that comment and Bucky knew a snide remark was coming his way, "Does she keep your balls in her handbag, Barnes?"
"Of course not!" Lucy answered on Bucky's behalf as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, "I keep them on a little necklace instead,"
"She does not!" Bucky quickly shot back, giving Lucy a pressing glare to cut it out. Whitney only snorted a laugh and rolled her eyes, opting for head over to talk to Dugan. Bucky's eyes followed him, drilling into his back as he walked away. His attention was then turned to his wife, who was looking in the same direction as Bucky, "He giving you any trouble?"
She sighed, "No more so than usual," Her eyes flashed back to her husband and she took him in. He was just as dashing as ever, even with the lack of showering and a light scruff on his face. He looked tired as well, as though he hadn't slept in a while, "I'm glad you're here. I was worried you'd get yourself killed."
"Awe, Pigeon." A sweet smile spread over his pouty pink lips. Lucy could still feel the ghost of them on hers, and she wished they were somewhere private so it could happen again, "Is that your way of saying you missed me?"
She nudged his side, a small grin masking her expression, "I said nothing of the sort!"
"Oh don't worry, Luce. I won't tell anyone your secret." Bucky assured her with a smug look on his handsome face that Lucy wished to smack right off it. Seeing him once again made her stomach flip and turn.
She cocked her head, "What secret?"
Wanting to see her blush again, her cheek turning a pretty shade of pink, Bucky decided to tease her even more, "That you loooveee me," He sang in a silly voice, "And you wanna kissss me! You wanna have my babieeees!"
Lucy scowled and rolled her eyes, "Oh, grow up! Could you be any more childish?" She shoved him away from her, her cheeks tickled with red as blood rushed to her face.
"I just love seeing you get flustered," He admitted in a low growl as he reached behind her neck, trying to pull her in for another kiss.
"No, no no no! No, you don't!" Lucy protested and turned her cheek just as he planted a sloppy, wet, kiss on her face. He was mildly disappointed he missed, and Lucy squirmed away from him like a child trying to get away from behind held. "You stink!" Lucy protested and wrinkled her nose as she shoved him away with a laugh, making him chuckle.
"Eau de Howling Commandos," Bucky snickered, "Better than Steve Rogers No. 5 though. The kid might look pretty but he smells like something outta hell,"
Lucy's nose scrunched up again, making a silly disgusted face that showed her revolt. She didn't understand how boys could be so gross. Let alone, why she wanted to spend all over her time with one of them."I guess considering where we are it's not so bad. At least you don't smell like rot. And I suppose I shouldn't be talking," Lucy huffed, not even knowing how she smelled. She had become accustomed to showering every day while in London. It was particularly hard going back to living in war conditions after that. "I'm sure I don't smell like a basket of roses either,"
Bucky stepped forward and inhaled. Immediately, he wrinkled his nose as well, "Phew, yeah you're smelling particularly pungent too, doll." He exaggerated a little to see her squirm more.
"Is this your way of flirting with me, Sergeant?" Lucy replied coolly, shifting her weight on her hip and cocking her brow in an unimpressed manner.
He pursed his lips in a silly grin, "Is it working?" Bucky looked her up and down, his eyes catching on her buttoned-up shirt which revealed a little of her cleavage.
"Absolutely not," She shot back.
"Damn it!" He cursed with a hiss, his head rolling back in frustration "I'm away from my wife for a couple weeks and I get all rusty! I'll just have to keep practicing." He could see her smirk ever so slightly at his words. It made his heart race ever so slightly to see it.
"On who?" Lucy's brow cocked again.
"I don't know, I feel like the nurses might not be such willing participants now that I'm hitched,"
"You better not be flirting with any nurses!" She exclaimed.
"I gotta stay sharp for you one way or the other, doll!" He laughed, trying to justify it jokingly.
"Speaking of nurses, I just met a very interesting one who said she knew you. A pretty little brunette named Connie, who said you have a particularly cute butt."
"Connie?" Bucky frowned suddenly, not even recognizing the name. He couldn't picture her face, or whether or not he even knew a Connie to begin with. He could hardly remember any girl he had been with before Lucy. "Well, I do have a cute butt so she's got that right."
"Yeah, it's alright." Lucy shrugged casually, paying no mind to him.
"Uh-huh, just alright?! Is that why you're constantly grabbing at it and putting your hand down my underwear in the night?"
Lucy gasped, "James Barnes, I do no such thing!" They both knew she did, though. There was no denying it. If Lucy was behind honest with herself, she couldn't help it. It was just so damn appealing, and she couldn't resist. She loved watching him walk away, her eyes drawn to his thick thighs and the way he looked in some of his tighter trousers.
Bucky gave her a little half-grin, "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say sweet cheeks, but I know the truth. You're downright obsessed with me and my butt." In all fairness, he was obsessed with hers also. Not that he would ever tell her how he constantly replayed in his head what it looked like to be above her, staring down at it as he took her from behind as he had a gentle fist in her hair.
"If you tell anyone I will kill you!" Lucy hissed, red flooding her porcelain cheeks once more.
"I don't have a doubt in my mind about that," Bucky chuckled as he shook his head in disapproval at his untraditional wife. Lucy was so unlike any other girl he had ever met, but he loved it.
As they continued walking, Lucy let out a sigh and had a certain sadness in her eyes, she licked lips before she admitted. "I have to go back to work." She loathed saying those words, they physically hurt her as she thought about their brief time spent with one another was coming to an end.
Racing in front of her so Bucky was no longer by her side, he turned so he was facing her and walked backward with his hands in his pockets, "Can I see you later?" Bucky saw as her face dropped a little and sadness settled in her beautiful doe eyes.
"I don't know, Buck. I'm already on thin ice." His stomach sank as he saw her broken expression. Bucky knew Lucy had a job to do, but he was selfish and wanted to see her more.
"You sure I can't tempt you?" He asked with a crooked grin and a tilt of his head as he was trying to convince her, "I've got a real comfy tarp in the mud we could fool around on,"
"A tarp in the mud? My, how romantic! You sure know how to charm a lady, Barnes." Lucy laughed, "I'll be right over," She purred and patted him on the chest. Bucky's hand shot out to hold hers against him, refusing to let it go. Lucy looked at him strangely as he was about to place a kiss on it.
Stopping him from doing so, she quickly protested, despite craving to feel his lips on her skin, "Bucky, it's too public. You already shouldn't have kissed me—,"
"Baby, c'mon. No one is paying any mind."
Frowning, Lucy pulled her hand away. The lack of his hand in hers physically hurt her, and there was nothing else she wanted than to close the space between them, "I already have a hard time trying to get respect from these men. If they think I'm some loose whore, it'll only get worse." Lucy bit her lip, desperately wanting to tell him how she wished they were able to kiss freely.
Bucky hadn't even thought about that. He kicked himself for being so careless and potentially harming his wife's image, "Right, forgive me, Dr. Heinrich," He replied a little sadly. Lucy's heart dropped into her stomach as she saw his expression, "It was improper and unprofessional. The last thing I want is for someone to undermine you. It won't happen again." He promised her and began to walk away, figuring she was annoyed at him.
Lucy stood there for a few seconds, the ache of missing him already settling deep in her bones. Watching him walk away physically pained her, and she wanted him to come back and take her in his arms and kiss her until she couldn't remember anything but how his lips taste.
"Wait! Sergeant Barnes!" Lucy shot out desperately, licking her lips before she called out to him. His heart beat faster as he turned around, seeing her standing there looking better than sin.
"Meet me on my site after dark? It's about eight kilometers away. It'll just be me and Charles tonight."
With a charming grin, causing Lucy's pulse to quicken Bucky only replied, "I'll wear my fanciest date clothes." He winked.
Like a love-struck girl, Lucy was left smiling wider than she ever had before.
When Bucky arrived at Lucy's site, he hadn't expected it to be so secluded. It was a rundown Italian villa lying in rubble. Large floodlights were aimed at it so they could see what they were doing in the dark, and Charles sat around a fire, writing something in a notebook as he sipped tea from a tin cup.
When Bucky had worked for Lucy, it was the protocol that men were with her at all times to protect her. It did not seem to be the case anymore, perhaps because of their location. On the other side of the villa was a road that was used to carry their soldiers from base to the town which they had just advanced on. It was well-traveled enough that it would be protected if anything were to happen.
It was sad to see what would have been such a remarkable building decimated and lying in ruins. The walls were crumbling, allowing several openings that were not intended to be used as such. The scent of dust reached Bucky's nose, making him want to sneeze as he walked forward and tried to imagine what the ruins would have looked like a few years ago.
As Bucky approached through half mud and half tall grass, he attempted to brush out his hair with his hand. He had been able to have a quick wash down so Lucy was able to tolerate being around him. He also managed to find a few flowers that had started blooming. He picked them as nicely as he could, gathering them into a small bouquet. Some of the fellas he had hitched a ride with had teased him relentlessly for it, never having brought flowers to the nurses they fancied.
They were a pathetic excuse of a bouquet, but they smelled sweet enough for him. Plus, he figured the gesture alone was enough to at least steal a small kiss from Lucy. They were pretty colours, at least. The mix of the whites, yellows, and reds was nice, with the greenery adding a little extra. He shook his head slightly, wondering when he became the sappy man who spent an hour looking for flowers for his girl.
Steve had wanted to depart on another mission that night. He figured it would be better than having to leave early the next morning. Bucky had pleaded with him to reconsider, not revealing that he wanted to see Lucy.
Steve knew, of course. With pursed lips, he agreed with a nod to depart the following morning. He knew how important it was for Bucky to even get an hour or two with his wife. With a smile, he reminded Steve that it was likely Agent Carter would be happy to see him as well. That seemed to soften Steve up a little, and he told Bucky to give Lucy his regards.
As Bucky approached the villa, the shadows of the fire danced in the ruins and gave it a haunting look. It flickered and crackled, some of the smoke drifting into the night sky. The shadow of Charles looked large and threatening, and it was perhaps the only time the little man ever appeared that way.
It wasn't until a twig snapped under Bucky's boot that the Brit looked up. "Oh great, it's you." The small, chubby assistant rolled his eyes when he saw him approach.
"Errr, is my wife here?"
"Yes, I heard about your nuptials. Congratulations are in order, I suppose." Charles stated in his posh accent, adjusting his glasses. Bucky waited for him to say congratulations but it never came. Instead, he stood there awkwardly shifting in the balls of his feet.
"Good to see ya, Chuck," Bucky said happily, trying to be the bigger man.
"It's Charles, and you know that." He said with a scowl and then sighed, "Dr. Heinrich should be in the ruins. Last I saw, she was perched on the second story window sill looking down. Try not to be a bother by breaking your neck?"
With a long exhale, Bucky promised he'd be careful. He wondered why the little man still hated him, but his train of thought came to a halt as soon as he entered the rundown remains. He coughed as dust filled his nostrils, and he had to squint when he was in the gaze of the floodlights.
"Up here!" A sweet voice called out, causing his pulse to quicken, "I can come down, but I have some work to finish up." He couldn't see Lucy due to the lights being on him, but he knew where her voice was coming from. The sound of it alone was enough to cause his heart to leap into his throat.
Bucky told Lucy not to bother, and that he'd come to her. Looking up at the steep wall he cursed her, muttering something about the fact she was a damned spider monkey. Rolling the sleeves up, Bucky placed the stems of the bouquet between his teeth so he could climb, somehow managing to maneuver his way up the steep wall so he could sit with her where a window once was.
She was sitting comfortably with her back against the wall, her one leg hanging down as she wrote in her notebook.
"Hi Pige!" He said through a mouthful of flowers, the words muffled to sound like gibberish as he climbed up. Bucky was scared of heights but didn't tell her that as he saw her large smile upon seeing him join her on the window ledge.
"Are these for me?" Lucy smiled as her eyes caught on the flowers as Bucky settled in the spot next to her. He took them out of his mouth to pass them to her, and she stared down at them lovingly.
"Uhh, no? I thought to bring them for Chuck to get on his good side." He teased and Lucy wanted to tell him that there was no way he would ever get on Charles' good side if he continued to call him Chuck.
"They're beautiful!" Lucy giggled, a smile stretching on her lips, "You managed to pick the prettiest weeds I've ever seen!"
"These are weeds?!" Bucky exclaimed in shock, clearly knowing nothing about flora after living in a city his entire life. "Here, give 'em back. Now I'm just embarrassed!"
"No, I love them!" Lucy quickly held them closer to her chest, "I'll press them into a book so I can keep them forever."
Bucky was touched. He had never meant so much to a girl before that she would even the weeds he gave her. His blood rushed to his cheeks a little as he thought about it, and how much Lucy truly loved him, "You would do that?"
She nodded, "I did it with the rose you gave me too. I even defaced the book I placed it in, writing down the date you gave it to me and where. And defacing a book in my area of academia is just as bad as sacrilege." She told him with her pursed lips upturned slightly.
Carefully, he leaned forward. Lucy's lips stretched upward as she realized what he was doing and met him halfway. They kissed tenderly, away from the views of wandering eyes. As their lips caressed, Bucky could feel his blood coursing to his body. He smiled as he kissed her, branding the feel of her mouth into his memory. His stomach twisted nervously as he deepened the kiss, tasting her sweetly. Her mouth opened to him, allowing his tongue to cross her threshold.
"Did you get my letters?" He smiled goofily when they finally pulled away. Bucky had a dopey look on his face, and Lucy looked flushed. She was dazed from the kiss and a little confused,
"No, I didn't. I didn't even know you were writing to me! Did you get mine?"
Bucky was shocked she'd ask such a thing. "Of course I'd write to my best girl! I wrote to you every day!"
Her expression softened as Lucy processed his words. With gentle hands, she reached up to touch his face lovingly. Her thumb brushed his cheek, and she wanted to talk about how much she missed him. The words failed her, knowing it was pathetic to miss someone so much even though they were separated for only five weeks. In London, she had become used to spending every moment with him. Now that they were apart, it left a hole in her heart that hurt the same as a bullet. It didn't help that she was constantly worried as well, wondering every day whether or not he was alive or dead.
Without saying anything, Bucky seemed to know what she was trying to tell him. He placed a kiss on her palm before Lucy pulled away, attempting to look back at her notes.
It was nearly impossible though, given that all she wanted to do was kiss the hell out of him. With the tip of her pencil eraser in her mouth, Lucy peered down at her work, noticing by Bucky's eyes trailed over her lips and he swallowed tightly.
"Find any interesting little trinkets?" He spoke up, although he was perfectly content to just watch her peer at her notes.
"No," Lucy smiled softly, "Right now I'm doing a drawing of the layout. Hence the bird's eye view. But usually, I'm taking care of the Renaissance paintings. It's out of my area of expertise, but someone has to do it." She raised her shoulders in a shrug.
"Find any from that Van Gogh fellow you like?" Bucky wished he knew more about her field. He had read all the articles she had written that Charles had given him, but it still made no sense to him. One day though, Bucky would read enough to have an actual intelligent conversation about it with her.
"No, silly," Lucy giggled, "You're about 400-ish years off."
"Shows how much I know," Bucky rolled his eyes and snorted at his own lack of knowledge.
"Good thing I don't love you for your brains!" She quipped back in a witty manner.
"Mmm. Only my good looks, right ?" He teased her with a cocked brow. Bucky made sure not to look down at how far he was up, and only looked at Lucy instead.
"Right," She spoke in a soft agreeance, her eyes flickering from her notes to look at him with a twinkle in her hazel orbs, "That, and your sinful body," Lucy wrinkled, causing Bucky to rear back in shock from her forwardness, "Speaking of which, it looks like you got all dolled up for me," Her gaze raked him up and down, and for once Bucky knew she desired him just as much as he did her, "Sorry I didn't put in a little more effort on my behalf," Lucy looked down a little bashfully, biting her lip as she became flustered.
Taking her chin in his grip, he made Lucy look up to meet his steel blue eyes, "Hey, you're still just as lovely as a summer's day." She smiled softly at his compliment, and with a sly grin Bucky added, "Although, I do miss seein' you in pretty dresses," He admitted and tugged on her pants, "Especially those little silk ones,"
Lucy rolled her eyes, "You just liked that you had easy access to in between my legs,"
"You've got me pegged, doll." He snorted, "I liked sticking my head up that skirt and tasting you." It took only seconds before he leaned in again, unable to no longer take not having his lips upon her.
Bucky began kissing up her neck, making Lucy's breath hitch. He could feel her pulse quicken and the way her breathing became more strained. He tasted her salty skin and nearly groaned at the feeling of once again having his mouth on her body.
Lucy tried to ignore how good it felt, and instead tried to focus on her work, "You're distracting me," She huffed.
"That's the point," He bit her shoulder, his tongue trailing up the little bit of exploded skin, "You should take a break."
Flustered and frustrated, Lucy could hardly stand it, "Bucky!" She whined, "I have work to do!
Plus, we're going to fall to our deaths!"
"Worth it. Besides, your work can wait, I can't." He shot back, his logic questionable.
He leaned down to place his lips upon Lucy's skin once more, the tenderest brushing of his mouth to her collarbone. It grazed over her skin like a feather, only the smallest amount of pressure to her pulse in order to get it to quicken.
"If you kiss my neck one more time, I'm going to make you regret it," Lucy growled in a low threat. The truth was, she didn't want him to stop but knew that once they started it would be like a freight train barreling through. She knew her lack of control around him was practically non-existent, and didn't want to give in to whatever temptation he was offering her.
Bucky tested her, biting her skin again, grazing it with his teeth. Lucy reached back and with a gentle love tap, lightly slapped him across the cheek, called out in pain, although he may have been dramatizing it a little, "Ouch!" Bucky yelped and Lucy giggled. He had a dopey grin on his face as he requested one more, "Hit me again?"
"Oh, you are such a masochist!" Lucy exclaimed in shock.
"Baby, I could die! What if this is the last time you ever see me and your final memory of your dear husband is of you refusing to kiss him?" Bucky said with a smug look plastered on his expression. He thought he was so clever, didn't he?
"Well, are you planning on dying?" Lucy questioned with a pressing look. "And trying to guilt me into a kiss? James Buchanan Barnes, I know your mother raised you better than that!"
"Err, well I wasn't planning on it. But now I might do just that out of spite!" Bucky argued, knowing she couldn't refuse him after that.
"Then die," Was all Lucy quipped back.
"Now that's just mean, dollface. I bet all the other fellas' wives aren't this malicious." His voice quieted.
"Well, I'm not like the other wives," Lucy said back quietly, looking back down at the notes she was scribbling against the white paper.
With a small, pursed smile he only said in wonder, "No, you sure aren't." She was his modern gal, never taking any shit from anyone. He loved her spunk and how fierce she was. He had never met a woman quite like Lucy, who wasn't afraid to say what was on her mind. He admired her fearless spirit.
With a long sigh, Lucy finally closed her notebook. Bucky smiled victoriously as she tucked her pencil in between the pages, "You're a bad influence on me, James Barnes." She looked to the ground and with a mischievous look said, "Help me down?"
"I don't know if I can. I might be stuck up here for good. I'm terrified of heights." Bucky barked out a laugh, refusing to look down as his stomach flipped in fear.
Rolling her eyes, Lucy sighed again and muttered insults at him under her breath. With the flowers safely tucked away, Lucy began her descent down, her nimble figure having no problem making its way to the ground. Bucky's heart was in his stomach and his pulse quickened as he saw her worry settling in his belly that she might fall.
When Lucy safely had her feet on the ground, her eyes directed up at him, "I'll catch you," She teased.
"Shut up," He shot back, trying to manage his way down as she scolded him to mind his manners. Bucky's hands became slick with sweat as he clutched at the stones with all his might. He wasn't sure exactly how he made his way down.
"That wasn't so bad!" He smiled widely as he stood in front of her. He felt better after his feet were on the ground.
"No, you only looked like you were about to pass out the entire time." Lucy poked fun at him once more. Her hands were on her hips as she stood before him.
"Quit sassin' your husband." Was all Bucky said before grabbing her by the waist and pulling her body snug against his. Lucy was a little surprised by the suddenty of his lips on her own. She quickly melted in his touch as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders as their passion grew. Their tongues gently touched as their mouths opened up.
What started out as a sweet and innocent kiss quickly grew heated. Until, much to her dismay, he pulled away from her, leaving her craving more.
"Knew that would get you to stop being so mouthy," He said with an expression on his face which showed he was incredibly proud of himself or leaving her frustrated and desperate for more of his heated kisses.
"Why, you —!"
His lips slammed on hers again, stopping her from hurling more insults in his direction. What started as just lips hurriedly pressed together transformed into something else. Sloppy, open-mouthed, and desperate, they grew more heated and Lucy had to keep herself from turning into a puddle of sparked nerves and racing heartbeats. Pleasure shot straight to her core as his teeth clashed against hers, and Lucy wanted to moan as he kissed her in such a way.
She didn't know what it was about him that drove her wild, but Lucy knew she never wanted to stop feeling this way. The way his soft lips felt against hers was better than sin, and it made Lucy's blood boil in all the best kinds of ways. She could feel the arousal slick around the apex of her thighs, and never she could separate from the kiss before it went too far and she became too desperate for him.
When Bucky finally pulled away Lucy was left feeling dazed and dizzy. The ghost of the traces of his lips was still on hers, and Lucy brought her fingers up to touch where he had just been, wanting the feeling to linger just a little longer.
"Been thinkin' about doing that to you all damn day." He admitted in a low, quiet, tone. His hands ran over her face, one sliding down to grip her neck and the other to gently rest on her burning cheeks.
Lucy's stomach flipped as she thought about how much he desired her. She looked at his blue eyes and saw how dilated they were, his intent gaze on her face.
"James Barnes, you and your filthy mind and your dirty ways." Lucy shook her head with a chuckle but then as she thought about it her smile fell as something overcame her. Immediately, her mood soured and she took a small step back after placing a careful peck on the palm of his left hand.
He frowned as he saw her lowered expression, something clearly on her mind, "Doll?" His eyes darkened with concern as he observed Lucy's reaction.
"Oh, it's nothing." She assured him with a fake, plastered grin, "Don't worry about me."
He knew something was wrong though, and even though she tried to put on a good show that nothing was bothering her, "Don't you dare lie to me, Pigeon. What's on your mind, huh?"
"I just…" Her words failed her, and she huffed in frustration and wrapped her arms around herself. She swallowed a thick lump in her throat, wishing to find the words she needed without sounding silly.
"Sweetheart, What's wrong? Tell me." His voice was soft and sincere, causing Lucy to agree to lower her walls. This man truly loved her, and she knew he'd ponder her behaviour for the rest of the night in worry if she didn't come clean.
The words tasted like poison as soon as she choked them out, "I just keep thinking about what that nurse said."
"What nurse?" He asked blankly, concern welling inside him as he saw how she was reacting. Lucy wasn't one to get visibly upset, and it bothered him that something was eating away at her, "Carol?"
"Connie," Lucy rolled her eyes after correcting him. "Her name is Connie. And it just upsets me that I see this side of you, this perfect flirty side that drives me wild and knowing someone else has seen it also. And that you've gone on countless dates like the ones we should be going on, and kissed them the way I know you've kissed me. It just — nevermind, I'm just being silly."
Bucky took her chin in his hands and made her look up to him. Her hazel eyes met his blue ones and the beauty and sincerity of them made her breath hitch slightly.
"Hey," Bucky whispered gently to her, "I've never been with a girl like you, Pige. It doesn't matter how many of them I've kissed, or flirted with, or taken out. You see the real me, okay? It's not something I just show to anybody, either. You're more special than all of them. You're gonna get to see how much I whine like a baby when I'm sick with a common cold. You're gonna see how even as a grown man, I don't eat my greens. You'll see all my dirty underwear, and probably notice how I don't wash my socks as often as I probably should. Sometimes, I don't brush my teeth before I go to bed because I'm just too tired. I cry whenever I see Rebecca dance, and when she starts dating you're going to have to put up with a lot of cuss words. At one point in the middle of the night, you're likely gonna saunter into the bathroom while I'm taking a leak and I probably won't even wash my hands! And I'm sure as I age things will only go downhill. Maybe one day you'll even have to give me a sponge bath! No one else gets to see all that stuff. Just you. And besides, do you really think I'd waste all my best moves on some girl I went out with just one time? I don't make up pick up lines for just anyone, baby." He said sincerely after Lucy giggled at a few of the things he said while simultaneously rolling her eyes. She wanted to teasingly ask if they could get a divorce because he was so disgusting, but decided on the more serious route.
Lucy breathed out a large exhale, forcing the air out of her lungs, "I'm sorry," She blinked a couple times, "I just had a brief moment of jealousy. I don't even know where it came from. I think I'm just resentful that this war has taken time away from us where we could be doing normal things, and being a real couple. Instead of only getting two weeks to do that."
"I'd take those two weeks with you over any longer amount of time with someone else." He promised her, taking Lucy's face in his hands and peering down at her soft lips. "I love you," Is the only thing left he can say. "That's something else no other gal has heard before. Just you, Lucy."
Licking her lips and her eyes caught his, she requested, "Say it once more?"
Bucky chuckled, looking down at her with a cocky grin, "You wanna hear it again, huh?"
Lucy nodded eagerly, looking up at him like he hung the stars that loomed above them in the sky. "How about I show you at the same time?"
He pushed her against the wall of the fallen building they stood in, his lips moulding hungrily with hers. The rough stones scratched at Lucy's shirt material as he held her against the surface but she didn't mind for a single second due to him kissing her so good.
Lucy could hardly breathe in those few moments. She wished time would come to a standstill as they stood there with their mouths on one another. Lucy needed this, more than she ever realized. She needed him, the same way she needed air in her lungs and blood flowing through her veins.
There was something about that man and the way he kissed her. All Lucy could focus on was his soft pale lips moving feverishly against hers, their tongues meeting. He sucked in her bottom lip and bit it with his teeth, causing her to hiss out as a delicious burst of a small pain triggered her senses. He pushed her over the edge by holding her face, his tongue once again sensually sliding into her wet cavern and exploring deeper.
When he finally pulled away Lucy was at a loss, nearly whining in desperation. He kissed up her neck slowly, sucking the tender skin. Lucy tossed her head back as his mouth danced over her sensitive flesh and left goosebumps in its wake. His hands splayed over her waist, holding her steady.
"I love you," He whispered again, as his feather-light brushing traveled to the tops of her breasts. With an open mouth, he devoured the sensitive skin there. His tongue swirled over them, dragging along and making her shiver as he nipped ever so slightly.
"I—Love—You." Each word was punctured with his mouth placing themselves over her breasts. Bucky's nimble fingers worked their way to undo the buttons of her shirt slightly, but still done up enough so it was appropriate.
Lucy cried out in a soft moan as her head went back again and her eyes closed as she gasped for air. When she finally had enough, she grabbed him by the face and kissed the hell out of him. The passion only grew and their bodies pressed against one another. As Lucy shifted, she could feel the hardness of his heavy cock pressed against her thigh.
To tease him mercilessly, Lucy grinded her body against him as she bit his bottom lip. She sucked it into her mouth as Bucky let out a hearty groan. "Shit, baby. Holy hell, I love you." He gasped, ready to attack her mouth viciously again.
"James —," Lucy gasped as she placed her hands on his chest to stop him. She looked up at him with large eyes and softly shook her head, "Not here."
"Yeah," He breathed out in pain, but knowing she was correct in halting him before he got carried away. It was too public, with Charles too close by and anyone could see, "You're right—,"
She placed her finger on his lips to stop him from speaking. Lucy looked so devilish and mischievous at that moment, wickedness gleaming in her eyes "That's not what I meant." Her troublesome look made his stomach flip nervously, "Charles!" Lucy called in a cracked voice, her gaze not leaving Bucky.
"Yes, Doctor?" He yelled back, confusion in his voice.
"Guard the site. Don't let anyone approach it." She ordered firmly and suddenly Bucky had a victorious smirk on his face.
"Are you serious? Am I actually guarding just so you can— you know what? No! No! Absolutely not! I won't do it!" He yelled back firmly, still sitting by the fire as there were concealed.
"Charles," Lucy said in a pressing tone
"Fine!" He groaned, and although Charles wasn't in view, Lucy could picture him rolling his eyes in irritation. "But for the record, I deserve a massive raise!"
Gripping Bucky's hand, Lucy dragged him past the building, out of the harsh white floodlights. Off to the side, there was a patch of long grass that was far removed from any passersby so they wouldn't be seen. She kissed him agonizingly slowly as she pulled him further away from any wandering eyes.
He kissed her seductively as she laid down in the grass, his body weight falling on top of her and resting between her legs. She melted into the ground as his slow lips continued to mould into hers in a form of measured torture.
The way he made Lucy feel could make the angels weep. She knew they shouldn't be doing this. It was too risky, and the consequences would be greater than anything she could imagine. But in those moments Lucy couldn't care less. She needed him. She needed to feel full of him once again, to have their bodies joined.
Both of them knew that there would be no wasting any time. It wouldn't be slow or passionate like it should have been. Bucky wished he was able to take him sweet time with her, to make her feel good and administer so much passion it would be all she could feel on her skin for days after.
Bucky longed to be able to lick up and down her parted folds until she released her sweet essence on his tongue. He wanted to press himself into her for the entirety of the night, connecting their bodies in a torturously slow manner. Instead, though, they could only afford to have a quick fuck. Lucy didn't seem to mind too much, happily taking anything he gave her as long it resulted in the union of their bodies.
"I love you," Bucky gasped out roughly again as their mouths finally separated as she palmed at him through his trousers. Her hands on him felt like heaven, and already he could feel his cock head leaking precum from his tip.
Lucy snickered from below him, "Yes, I suppose you do." She looked like an angel as she rested in the tall grass. Her hair was messy, and her breath rose and fell sporadically with every deep inhale she took. She looked desperate for him, a need that paralleled his own.
Bucky growled before kissing her again, his lips firmly pressed to her pouty little pink ones. Her tongue slid against his, and his greedy hands worked to get her pants and panties down her hips.
"Bucky!" She cried in a pained whimper as his mouth attached to the soft flesh of her neck. "Please," Lucy's heart raced at the possibility of being caught, but she couldn't help but moan as his fingers made their way through her folds and spread her wetness over her so she would be readied enough so his pulsing member.
"That's my girl," Bucky whispered before kissing under Lucy's ear, "Love you making all those sweet noises for me, darlin'. Gets me so hard."
Bucky removed his fingers and flipped her over so she was resting on her stomach so she was face-first into the dew-covered grass. Lucy whined at the loss of contact and Bucky tried to hush her. Peppering kisses to the side of her face, she felt one of his hands clasp hers tightly over her head, his fingers intertwined with hers.
Lucy heard the rattle of Bucky's belt undoing behind her, the harshness of his groin pressed against her backside, causing her to grind against him in search of any type of friction.
As Bucky whispered sweetly once more that he loved her before sinking deep into her body, Lucy could close her eyes and feel she was somewhere else with him. For those few moments, she wasn't in Italy taking part in a dreadful, bloodied, horrific, war. Instead, for just a few minutes, she was in heaven.
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