So, I originally wrote this for Kinktober! Unfortunately, I had such a chaotic month I never got around to posting it! Tbh, I've never had any desire to participate in Kinktober before. But since I've been doing one-shots, I figured I might as well! Plus, I received a couple of PMs asking me about it. Although it's over, I thought I'd try to make an effort to publish this chapter anyway since it was already written.

Content Warning: Adult content ahead. Brief amounts of oral sex.

Happy Birthday, Bucky!

Bucky Barnes awoke the morning of his twenty-ninth birthday in a sour mood. Mostly because he was one year closer to thirty, but also for other reasons.

Traffic had been extraordinarily loud that particular March 10th of 1946. He had been looking forward to sleeping in after finally getting a day off of work. But as he was peacefully slumbering away in the sunlight drifting in from the window, honking and yelling filled the streets below as a commotion was started.

Bucky groaned in annoyance, muttering something like 'shut up' under his breath as the situation was elevated and the voices outside got louder. Clearly, there had been some road rage because all of a sudden cuss words were floating towards his apartment.

Groaning again, he took his pillow and shoved it on top of his face, partially hoping to drown out the noise, and partially hoping to suffocate himself. When he tried to doze back off, he stretched across in the morning light that fell on the white bedsheets with blue flowers.

The sun was warm that morning; warm enough so he could kick the floral duvet cover further down to the foot of the bed so it was wrapped around his bare waist. He never got back in his pajamas following Lucy stripping them off of him to make love the night before. She purposefully had planned it so his birthday was rung in with heated kisses and their bodies conjoined. By the time they had finished, he was too exhausted to put any other clothes back on, falling asleep and snoring loudly after rolling off of her.

He was glad he hadn't put anything back on, though. The sun felt good on his aching shoulder, heating it up so it wouldn't be so stiff. The cold had always made it worse, but as his skin basked in the sunlight, it didn't feel so bad.

Bucky was awoken more when he felt the presence beside him stir. Underneath his pillow, he slowly came to, stifling a yawn as he reached his arm across the bed. He had hoped to find the warm body of his wife so he could wrap himself around her and take in the heat of her bare body against his.

Bucky figured that they would start out the day by holding one another, drifting in and out of consciousness for the next twenty minutes or so. Because it was his birthday he figured Lucy would eventually start kissing up his skin, her lips trailing up his body. He was already half-hard since it was the morning, and with Lucy's soft lips all over him, it wouldn't take long for him to become a little more lively.

Bucky wondered just how far she would trail her lips, and if she would treat him by taking him in her mouth as she pleasured him on her knees. Immediately, the thought of it brought him to a better mood.

Bucky felt the bed shift and couldn't help but let out a small snicker as he felt something nuzzle him. He was about to arise to capture Lucy's lips when he felt something that was much too hairy to be his wife planting kisses on his skin. The tongue was wiry and rough and immediately Bucky was tossing the pillow back in annoyance to see what could have done such a thing.

Bucky threw the pillow only to see the stupid stray cat his wife had been feeding and letting saunter into the apartment sitting on the bed, purring like no one's business and looking incredibly smug about its intrusion.

It's white fluffy tail twitched in amusement at Bucky's irritated expression. He scowled as he saw the creature and quickly shoved it off the bed before the sheets could get it dirty. The cat leaped to the floor with a meow of annoyance. It peered up at Bucky from the ground, looking at him as though he had just murdered its entire family before its very eyes.

Bucky shooed the cat away and sighed before twisting in bed. After he rolled over, he once again roamed his hands over the sheets, hoping to find Lucy waiting there. Instead, there was only a fistful of fabric.

Sighing again, he tossed his legs over the edge of the bed. There was a distinct smell of burning drifting from somewhere in the apartment and he wondered what on earth Lucy had gotten up to.

Now he wasn't under the covers, he noticed the air was a little chillier than he had expected. He grabbed a clean pair of boxers from his drawer and put them on as he yawned. The cat continued to meow at the door as Bucky got ready. Finally, when he was ready to depart and opened the bedroom door to the hallway the animal took off like a bat out of hell.

Bucky couldn't help but chuckle as it's little body ran down the hallway. He sauntered on after it, moving past the couple pictures of family that stared at him from their spots hanging on the walls.

He walked into their simple little kitchen, only to be greeted by a billow of smoke and Lucy coughing as she tried to use a dish towel to help control it by waving it around.

Bucky leaned against the wall in amusement as Lucy opened the window and tried to direct smoke out of it. She waved the fabric around madly, coughing a bit in the process as she groaned in annoyance.

He had a grin on his face as he saw her fluttering around the kitchen on the pads of her little bare feet. She danced around the cracked linoleum tile, trying to be as quiet as she could be as she ushered the smoke outside while muttering cuss words to herself in frustration.

Finally, Bucky made himself known to the struggling woman, "You tryin' to burn the apartment down?"

Lucy gasped in surprise, having thought she was alone on that early morning. She held her hand to her heart in shock and she laughed suddenly from the intruder. "You would think that wouldn't you!"

"Sweetheart, burning down the house with me inside it is not the way to go if you're trying to kill me." Bucky moved from his place against the wall to help Lucy with trying to thin out the thick cloud of smoke. Grabbing a tea towel and waving it around, Lucy only chuckled darkly.

"Please! Arson is a rookie move. If I wanted to get rid of you, I'd just put a small amount of rat poison in your coffee every day until you finally succumbed." She said casually as the smoke finally died down. The smell still lingered in the air, but thankfully they were no longer choking on it.

Bucky closed the window, snapping the locks of it into place as Lucy returned the cloths they had been using to their proper places, "Uh-huh. And then what would you do after I was dead?"

She shrugged, "Probably take your fortune and run away with my other husband."

"Not a nice thing to say to me on my birthday." He reminded her, thinking she might have forgotten. Although he knew she didn't since she was up so early.

She had a confused look on her face, twisting her expression like she was thinking deeply, "Mmm, no. There's no way it could be today. It was last year, I remember it well."

Bucky chuckled as he stared down at her. She had an amused little smirk on her pretty face, and he could tell she had woken up early to put on makeup and make herself pretty for him, "Then why are you so dolled up this early?"

"Oh, this?" She played with a perfectly curled tendril of hair, twisting it around her finger as she feigned innocence, "I just woke up like this!"

Bucky raised an eyebrow, seriously doubting she woke up already wearing lipstick, "I bet you did," He knew for a fact that Lucy did not wake up looking as effortlessly as she did at that moment. Her hair was always messy, her face a little puffy after rubbing out the sleep from her eyes and the remnants of drool would sometimes be on her chin. But still, Bucky wouldn't want to wake up to anything else.

"It's definitely not your birthday." Lucy fought him, even though at midnight exactly, as soon as they had finished their little wrestle between the sheet and Bucky had just begun dozing off, Lucy had gently placed a kiss on his shoulder and whispered happy birthday to him.

"Of course it's today! You didn't forget, did you?" Bucky asked her jokingly as he pulled her into him and began kissing her face madly, making her squirm. Lucy's protests soon turned to giggles as he wrapped his arms around her tightly. Bucky's lips peppered her cheeks, nose, lips, and forehead over and over again.

"I'd never forget." She assured him before placing a kiss on his nose as well, "Happy birthday, Bucky."

"Mmm. Thanks, dollface." He hummed back as he was about to lean down and capture her lips properly. Lucy stopped him from doing so and her eyes had a glimmer of playfulness with her hands on his chest.

"Speaking of birthdays," She began with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows, "It might be yours but I wore a very special outfit for the occasion." She backed away slowly out of his arms so he could get a good look at what she was wearing.

Lucy stood in the sunlight of their small kitchen and wore a tiny apron that had checkered white and blue squares on it. She was grinning like a madwoman, a smile stretched along her face.

Bucky tried to see if she was wearing some small new dress under her apron, but only shook his head in confusion after pursing his lips, "It doesn't really look like you're wearing anything under there." The top of the apron was high enough to cover her chest, only showcasing her bare collarbones and shoulders.

"You tell me." She winked at him and turned around ever so slightly, revealing to him her bare backside and showing him that she was totally naked underneath the apron.

Bucky's eyes widened slightly and a large smile formed on his face, "It's my birthday but you're the one wearing your birthday suit?"

"Surprise!" She laughed before returning to the stove where she had been trying to cook.

"Surprise, indeed." Bucky in low approval as he ogled Lucy's bare body as she turned around and bent over. His mouth was suddenly dry and his boxers were getting tight as blood rushed to his lower body. All he wanted was to keep her bent over like that and ravage her.

Bucky came up behind her and began kissing up her bare neck and shoulders, holding her body against his firmly so her bottom was held tight against his pelvis. She wiggled it a little just to tease him, causing him to stifle a groan. His nose was in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. His hands went from her hips which rubbed gentle circles up and down and then eventually settled on her waist.

Bucky's tongue flicked out to taste her skin. He could still taste the salty remnants of sweat from their rigorous activities the night prior. His mouth trailed behind her ear, sucking at the tender spot and making her snicker and shy away from the way it tickled.

"You're poking me," She giggled as Bucky's troublesome hand slipped under her apron as his tongue gently caressed the tender skin of her throat. He continued to gently move against her, letting her bare backside feel his hardening length.

"My apologies," He hummed as he began to grind into her. "I didn't think you'd mind it." He tasted her as he sucked a dark purple mark onto the porcelain skin he was focusing on. His pelvis continued to grind into her backside, hoping she could feel the desire building in him from how much he was lusting after her.

Lucy giggled again and moved her hips against him, causing Bucky to groan as his hands dipped further into her apron to her parted thighs. His fingers ran through her, collecting the wetness that had been gathering there. He smirked, knowing she had been thinking of something just as naughty as he had been, "Usually I wouldn't, but I have this mess to take care of." She let out a little sigh as his fingers continued their administrations, gently rubbing the little bundle of nerves there as he continued to gently grind his hardness against her heat.

Burning once again filled his nostrils and he was suddenly staring down at what was keeping Lucy's attention at bay when he could be happily bending her over the table and making her moan so loud it would cause the neighbours to make a fuss.

Bucky frowned at the contents Lucy was making in her pan on the stove, "What are they?" He questioned with a cocked eyebrow, removing his hands from her thighs and placing his fingers in his mouth to clean them of her sticky arousal. The taste of her which he was all too familiar with assaulted his tongue, and Lucy's eyes grew wide at his actions.

Lucy blushed at the sight, her chest rising and falling heavier at his lurid display. Bucky could only smirk like the smug bastard he was, knowing he was driving her insane. Lucy shook her head as though she had been in a daze and cleared her throat, trying to focus on what she had been doing.

"I'm trying," She sighed in irritation, rubbing her face in annoyance at her own failure, "To cook you pancakes," Lucy tossed down her spatula on the counter as she gave up. It clambered down against the wooden surface, making a noise that made the cat scurry under the table.

Bucky would have never guessed in a million years that what Lucy was trying to make were pancakes. Dark hockey puck-like black circles stared up at him from the pan, looking completely inedible.

"You're doing somethin' with pancakes, doll. But I can tell you right now you ain't cookin them," He said with a chuckle as he placed his chin on her shoulder, "You're burning them real nice, though," He took the discarded spatula and took some of the burnt spheres in the pan and dumped them on the garbage.

Lucy huffed in annoyance as she sat down on the kitchen chair with a huff, "I'm such a bad wife," She whimpered.

"What are you talking about?" Bucky demanded, "You're the best wife!" He exclaimed as he placed the rest of the pancakes in the trash. Perhaps he was a little biased and wasn't quite thinking with his head. His other head had little too much sway at the moment, still standing proud for her. Bucky had to adjust his boxers so he was a little more comfortable.

"No, I'm not! I don't do anything a good wife is supposed to do." She pinched the bridge of her nose. Bucky's heart sank a little as he watched Lucy beat herself up over something so insignificant.

"You do everything a good wife is supposed to! You support me, you make me happy, you love me. Isn't that all that matters?" He came up behind her where she sat on her chair and rubbed her shoulders gently, attempting to comfort her. "You just can't cook or clean." He added. To be fair, she never really had to when growing up in the Lee's household. Someone had always done it for her.

Lucy snickered for a moment at his joke and then sighed in defeat, "I feel like sometimes you want me to be one of those wives who has time to make everything spick and span in the house. And has a full course meal ready as you walk through the door. One that gets you beers from the fridge and spends the day vacuuming in little tea dresses and catering to you." The typical housewife. Bucky had never wanted one of those, and knew he was much happier with Lucy pursuing her passions, "One who's eager to get on her back and spread her legs and never talks back."

Bucky couldn't help but make a joke as his arms crossed against his chest, "Well, you nailed the first part of that." There were no complaints from him about their bedroom life. Because Lucy was a less traditional type of gal, she was different in the sheets than some of the other ladies he had been with in the past, "I could go without all the lip, though," He winked at her, his smirk spreading across his face.

Apparently, that wasn't the right thing to say at the moment. Lucy huffed and her shoulders sunk in disappointment. Her voice grew quiet as she refused to meet his gaze, "And a wife who pops children out like no one's business, and isn't just afraid of them." She continued, biting her lip and looking down to where her hands gripped the chair's edge tightly.

Bucky got down so he could meet her gaze. He knelt in front of where she sat, but Lucy's hazel eyes never met his own."You know I don't want that. I don't want a typical wife. I just want you." He softly lifted her chin with his finger so she could look at him.

Despite the fact he was trying to be sweet, Lucy took his words like it was a bullet to the chest, it further reminded her what a poor job she was doing, and how she wished she could sometimes just be a typical wife. Bucky knew she often worried he would get fed up with her lack of effort and eventually leave.

Finally, she voiced what was truly bothering her, "I can't even house a child in my own body like I should be able to." Her voice cracked a little as she spoke. His heart sank a little at her words and a frown settled deep on Bucky's brow. He could swear he almost saw tears in her eyes.

His hand went to hold hers that rested on her knee, attempting to provide comfort to her, "Is that what this is all about?" Bucky asked her softly.

Lucy never replied, but instead just bit her lip and refused to look at him. Her eyes focused on anything but his own. She fixated on any small detail that would take her attention away.

Both Bucky and Lucy wanted to wait a few years before having children. Mostly, to enjoy their marriage, but also because Lucy had severe anxiety about kids. She wasn't very good with them and got incredibly nervous while in their presence. She wasn't a particularly maternal person either and didn't want to have children too early and be forced to give up the career she worked and sacrificed so much for.

But when did life ever go as planned?

There had been an incident near the end of the war. It was before Bucky had fallen from the train and injured his arm, and before Steve had died in the Valkyrie. It was right after Bucky and Lucy had gotten married, and they hadn't been cautious enough as newlyweds.

Lucy discovered she was pregnant. She was only a couple months along when she was discharged from the army and sent back to the United States. In the first couple of weeks back in New York there had been a car accident, causing her to miscarry the baby. He knew despite the fact she was terrified to be a mother, Lucy resented herself every day for not being able to sustain her pregnancy.

"That had nothing to do with you." Bucky whispered as he held her hand, "And I know it was hard at the time, but we know now we weren't ready for it."

"Yet, I still feel awful." She gripped his hand that was on her leg, squeezing it tightly, "I know you wanted it and I couldn't do the one thing I was supposed to." Lucy let out a small hiccup as she focused away from him. She hated being vulnerable, even though Bucky was the one person she could allow such emotion to show without judgment.

Bucky gently gripped her by the back of her neck. His hands tangled in her hair, and he made her look him in the eye. Her hazel orbs were glossed over and unspilled tears threatened to tip over the edge. "Hey," He whispered softly and kissed her forehead, "We still have lots of time. We weren't ready, and next time we will be." He promised her.

"But what if I can't —,"

He cut her off, "We'll figure something out." He wouldn't allow her to think like that. Bucky refused to let Lucy blame herself for the miscarriage, "When we're good and ready."

She nodded, swallowing down her tears, "You're right." Lucy rubbed her face, blinking back the tears and hoping for them to disappear. She stood up from the chair, causing him to rise to his feet. He took her in his arms and held her tightly against him. Pressing kisses in her hair, he inhaled the scent of faded shampoo, "I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm so sensitive today. I think it's because your mother called a dozen times yesterday to make sure I had everything prepared for your big day. I feel like she has no faith in me."

"She does," Bucky assured her, although it was a little bit of a lie. He was purposefully trying to spare Lucy's feelings. Winifred Barnes liked her daughter-in-law, but that didn't mean she agreed with her lifestyle. The two women had butted heads a couple times, especially when it came down to what they thought Bucky needed from a wife.

Lucy snorted, "Are you sure? Because she offered to bring breakfast over this morning because deep down she had a feeling I couldn't make it." Her scowl grew a little more as she thought about the insult. She then sighed and defeatedly looked at the mess of flour and eggs on the counter, "She was right."

"Wasn't really hungry for pancakes this morning anyway," Bucky promised her, hoping his stomach wouldn't grumble and expose his lie.

"I can make eggs!" Lucy said proudly. She broke the yoke each time, but that just meant she had become very good at scrambling them. There had been a few times where Bucky had been eating them and got a couple crunchy bites, clearly from parts of the shells that had been incorporated.

But he never told her, and spit them out in the trash when she wasn't looking to avoid hurting her feelings. It was small victories that counted for her when it came to domestic matters.

"I have something else in mind that I'd rather have for breakfast," With his hands on her waist, he backed her up into the kitchen table and made her sit on it. Neither one cared that her bare bottom was against the surface where they ate, knowing much more inappropriate things had taken place on that very table, and that they could easily clean it later.

"Is that so?" She wondered what her husband was getting up to, especially since he had a devilish look in his gun-metal grey eyes. "Care to enlighten me?"

Bucky took her face in his large hands and pulled her forward until they were kissing heatedly. Lucy let out a little mewl the moment her mouth opened up to this tongue. Their teeth clashed violently as the fire that fueled their passion only grew. Bucky spread her legs further so he could move between them, getting access to her parted thighs.

Her hands ran through his hair, running her fingers through his dark locks. His tongue caressed hers as he tried to deepen the kiss. Bucky could feel Lucy smiling against his lips, causing the corners of his mouth to upturn as well. His stomach flipped in excitement, and once again the heat between them had returned.

He grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezing it firmly and wanting to see it marked red by his handprints after spanking it. His stomach flipped as desired coursed through him, and suddenly he was ready to take his sweet little wife right then and there on the kitchen table.

He parted her silky thighs even more. His hands gently tugged at her apron ties, trying to get them loose. Bucky pulled away from their kiss, despite her desperate pleas, and placed his lips on her ankle, trailing up her calves and moving up her thighs until he was ready to get on his knees and place his face under her apron and between her legs.

"No!" Lucy quickly protested, stopping him, much to Bucky's dismay, "It's your birthday! I should be the one doing this," She tugged at the waistband of his boxers, giving him a little smirk. She could see his hard-on through the material and she bit her lip in anticipation of it.

Sure, Lucy might not have fulfilled the other wifely duties of the times, but there was one she was always eager for. It was an act that most wives had considered taboo and degrading, but one Lucy had no issue with. In fact, she was usually all too excited to have her ego stroked (while she stroked something else) since Bucky could never contain his wanton groaning and moaning of her name. The string of filthy cuss words that left his lips and filled their room was more than enough to give her a pat on the back.

Bucky nearly groaned at the thought of Lucy on her knees in front of him, but he had something else in mind still that he wanted to do since getting a taste of her earlier. He continued to kiss up her parted thighs, moving further upwards to the apex of them where her awaiting heat beckoned him onward.

"Exactly, it's my birthday. And if I wanna eat my girl out until she can't breathe, then that's what I'm gonna do." Bucky threatened, causing a shiver to run down her spine in anticipation.

Lucy leaned back on the kitchen table, her hair sprawled out like an angel halo and making his stomach flip yet again. Bucky continued to place kisses up her legs, wanting to devour her whole but wishing for her to shake in anticipation of it first.

Just as his hands glided over her thighs and he blew a breath of hot air against her core, making her shiver, they were suddenly both aware of the smell of burning filling the room yet again.

"Oh! The bacon!" Lucy gasped in horror, sitting upright and quickly shoving him off of her. Bucky was surprised, to say the least, having been ready to sink his teeth into her and get a taste. He was dazed for a moment as Lucy left him high and dry. His mouth had been practically salivating and had been ready to dip his tongue into her essence. He rubbed his face in annoyance and nearly pulled her right back to what they had just been doing.

Bucky tried to ignore the fact he was now very aroused, the evidence of it showing through his boxer shorts as he stood there in the middle of the kitchen as Lucy rushed to open the window again.

As soon as she opened the oven's door smoke billowed into the room and they were both coughing, "I purposefully put it in the oven instead of doing it in a pan so I wouldn't burn them." She wailed, absolutely devastated that she couldn't do one simple domestic task right.

"Honey, you have lots of strengths." Bucky promised her, "Housework just isn't one of them," Since she had a much harder job which kept her for long hours, Bucky was left to pick up the slack when it came to housework. He didn't mind, though. He wasn't much for cooking, but he did it a whole lot better than Lucy.

"I just wanted today to be perfect for you." She pouted, her pretty pink lip downturned. Bucky's heart melted a little after seeing all the effort she was going through in trying to make his birthday special. "It's your first birthday that we're married for —"

"Second." Bucky corrected her. As soon as he said it, he immediately regretted it.

She shot him a look of frustration, cocking her head to the side as if to silently ask him why he would say that.

Bucky quickly tried to right the wrong he had said, "That one was while we were in Europe, though! So it didn't count!" He assured her. Plus, if he had missed Lucy's birthday as well while they were serving too. But, to be fair, she had kept her birthday a secret since she hated when all the attention was on her.

She had refused to tell him when they got back to Brooklyn. So, he resorted to drastic measures and had to search through her handbag for her driver's license.

Lucy's shoulders were still slumped, disappointment, and defeat on her face. Bucky hated seeing her down and immediately attempted to make her feel better, "Doll, relax," He told her, noticing how Lucy was beating herself up far too much over burned pancakes and bacon. "We still got the whole day." He suddenly had a smug look on his face, "And I have a feeling you'll make it up to me."

Similarly to him, Lucy also had a troublesome look on her face at his implication. "I sure am," She looked like the devil as she pulled him forward. "Over, and over, and over again." Lucy bit her lip in anticipation, causing an iron hot need for her to form deep in his belly.

Bucky couldn't help but chuckle as he leaned above her as she continued to sit on one of their kitchen chairs. He took her face gently in his hands once more and leaned down to meet her lips. Since she was sitting and he was standing, there was quite a distance he had to go to press his lips to hers.

His tongue slid into her mouth, lightly probing as her arms wrapped around his center. Bucky deepened the kiss even more, causing Lucy to let out a little moan as she opened her mouth to him.

Feeling her tongue meeting his, Bucky couldn't help but smile as their kiss became more heated. Lucy returned the passion with vigour, her lips moulding against his as though they were made for it. He sucked on her tongue ever so slightly, making her giggle through the kiss.

Since Lucy was at the perfect height, she took her hand from his bare chest, following the trail of hair that began at his belly button and downwards into his boxers.

He made her grip him through the fabric with her soft hand, causing blood to rush to his hardened member. "Feel that, sweetheart?" Bucky separated to catch his breath. His voice was raspy and as he spoke her grip tightened a little, getting the idea all on her own, "That's all you."

She felt the outline of his dick through his underwear, gripping at the base and causing him to groan. Lucy separated from the kiss, only to shoot him a sly smile and run her mouth over him through the fabric. Bucky groaned again at the feeling of her lips against him, coaxing him to grow even harder.

"Goddamn it, sugar." He moaned, trying to control himself, "Your mouth feels like heaven. Can only imagine what'll feel like when you finally take all of me."

Lucy smiled a little as she moved her mouth up and down over him, the fabric getting wet with spit as she teased him mercilessly.

His hands ran through her hair as he pushed his hips forward for her. When he suddenly couldn't take anymore, he grabbed her from where she sat, lifting her up. He slammed his mouth to hers as her legs wrapped around his waist and he groaned into the kiss as their tongues met once more.

Bucky carried her to the counter, which he placed her on so he could stay between her legs. Her lips were removed from his so she could trail them up to his neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there.

"Need to get you naked," He desperately floundered with the ties of her apron as her teeth grazed his throat. They were knotted too tightly, and he groaned in frustration as his fingers were too large to get the small knots. He couldn't imagine Lucy would be overly fond of the idea of just keeping the apron on while they fooled around.

"Hurry," Lucy desperately pleaded, squirming in her seat. Bucky's fingers continued to work at the ties with no results. Lucy was getting frustrated, but managed to get his boxers off him, his manhood hitting his belly. Bucky shucked his underwear across the kitchen for them to land somewhere near the hallway near their bedroom. Lucy wrapped her hand around him, not even needing any spit to get him slick from all the wetness that was beading at his tip.

He began kissing at her neck distractedly as his fingers still worked at the ties. Bucky was determined to get it off Lucy, knowing seducing her while her apron was still on wouldn't go over well.

"I wanna taste you," Lucy begged in a desperate breathy whisper. Her cheeks were flushed just like how he loved, her pupils blown wide with desire for him. Bucky couldn't believe his luck of marrying a gal who was so eager to please him and take him in her mouth. He thanked his lucky stars every damn day for such a wonderful, insatiable, wife.

Affection welling deep inside him and making butterflies flutter around in the pit of his stomach, he stopped sucking from the hollow of her throat only to gasp, "God, I love you,"

Lucy chuckled, placing a tender, soft, kiss on his lips before getting a certain look in her eye. With no problem at all, she undid her apron ties as if they were nothing.

She pulled the apron off her body and held it delicately in between her fingers, only to toss it to the side dramatically. She was biting her lips again in anticipation, and Bucky couldn't help but nearly feel faint as he took in his wife's completely nude body. He tried to marvel at every inch of her, his hands going up to grasp her breasts, causing her let out a little whimper and arch her back. It allowed him to take a soft, pink nipple in his mouth. He groaned as his lips wrapped around it, only to be left devastated as she pulled away almost immediately.

Lucy had something else in mind, though. It was obvious from the glimmer of playfulness in her large doe eyes.

"I must have died in that war," Bucky shook his head in disbelief, attempting to rationalize the situation. His mouth went dry as he saw Lucy's smirk as she sank to her knees.

With his back against the refrigerator, his little wife gently ran her lips up the length of him. He was groaning immediately yet again, suddenly very vocal from his nerves being set on fire by her administrations. Her tongue went along the underside of him, tasting along the prominent vein that stood out. Lucy's hazel eyes never left his steel grey ones as she began to tease his tip, licking away the precum that leaked out for her.

Bucky wrapped his hand around her hair just as she began to bob her head up and down him. For a few moments, he was in complete heaven. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open from the pleasure she was drawing from him.

He had to grip the counter tightly with one of his hands, already trying to keep himself from blowing his load. Just as he began to move his hips into her, thrusting slowly into her wet mouth, the most awful sound of all time echoed in his ears.

The phone was ringing, emitted a shrill sound equal to nails across a chalkboard. Bucky ignored it, instead of focusing on his pretty wife who was sucking him off like her life depended on it. Just as she began to pick up the tempo, her hands reaching whatever part she shouldn't take in between her lips, the phone rang once more.

It caused him to nearly break off a piece of the counter in frustration. Knowing full well whoever it was would continue calling until they reached one of them Bucky grabbed the phone off the handle, "WHAT?" He yelled into the annoying piece of technology.

"James Buchanan Barnes! Where on earth are your manners?! I never raised you to be so rude!" He wanted to roll his eyes at the voice on the other end. Of course, his mother would be calling again despite talking with Lucy earlier.

Bucky had to hand it to his mother; the woman had impeccable timing. For some reason or another, she was always interrupting them when things got heated.

It was almost like she had an extra sense, where she just knew whenever her son was getting into trouble. Back in his youth, Bucky could recall walking into the house after just finishing a date with his new flavour of the week. His mother would be scowling at him from across the kitchen, looking at him suspiciously like she could see the sin radiating off of him.

Finally, she would just shrug and dismiss whatever suspicions she had, until she would say goodnight and notice something else. Winifred Barnes would pause ever so slightly, and then noticing the lipstick on his collar she would only shoot him a look of disapproval and tell him he better be at confessions the next Sunday.

"Ma! I'm a bit busy at the moment," Bucky was yelling into the phone again, gripping the counter hard as Lucy pulled away, horror in her eyes at what she was just doing to him as his mother was on the phone.

Bucky just gave Lucy a look that urged her to continue, mouthing 'It's my birthday!' to her so she would continue and not leave him feeling as though his manhood would fall off.

With a defeated sigh but also a twinkle of mischief in her eyes, Lucy continued and took him in her mouth once more. As Bucky controlled his breathing, Lucy hollowed her cheeks out, nearly making him toss his head back in pleasure.

"On your birthday? What on earth could you be busy with on such a special day? That wife of yours better be spoiling my boy or—,"

Bucky cut her off, hoping to end the conversation sooner rather than later, "Oh, she's spoiling me, alright." He assured his mother, hoping the implication would go over her head.

The line was silent for a moment as she tried to figure out what he meant. Bucky was two seconds away from hanging up the phone and tangling his hands into Lucy's hair, pushing her further down on him to take his whole shaft. While there was a pregnant pause on the other end, the room was silent beyond the obscene noises Lucy was making as she knelt in front of him.

"Did she feed you? I know how she struggles with cooking and whatnot." Disapproval was obvious in his mother's voice and Bucky nearly rolled his eyes. He knew that she definitely liked Lucy as a person, but she still insisted she wasn't 'wifely material', much to his chagrin.

"Actually, I ended up feeding her instead." He said smugly, a very content look on his face at his own private joke. Lucy pinched Bucky, nearly making him jump. She shot him a dirty look, looking displeased at his joke from where she was kneeling before him.

Bucky's mother gasped on the other end, "I cannot believe Lucy! She assured me this morning that she could handle it. That's it! I am on my way over! I already did a big spread and it's all ready to go—,"

"No!" He answered quickly, his eyes shooting wide open in horror, "No, Ma, do not come over!" As much as Bucky tried to focus on the conversation and keep his mother from coming over Lucy was being fairly distracting. His hand tangled in her hair as he bit his lip and stifled a moan as she took him further down her throat.

"James, don't be so silly! Rebecca and I have to see you at some point on your birthday! We'll be right over." She insisted casually, not even realizing she was right on schedule for ruining his day.

"Ma, I'm serious you don't have to do— Jesus Christ!" Bucky couldn't help but groan as Lucy licked around him again, not even caring that she was torturing him and being a tease.

His mother's gasp was apparent on the other end and his blood ran cold. Ice filled his veins, and he couldn't believe he had gotten through his entire adult life without once swearing in front of his mother. And now, of all the days' and times, he had to use the Lord's name in vain?

"James Buchanan!" Winifred Barnes exclaimed in horror, "If I were there you'd get the whipping of your life! Don't ever let me hear you say anything like that ever again! And I want you at church on Sunday morning so you can confess!" He could just picture her holding her rosary and crossing over her heart in horror.

"Sorry! Something bit me a little," He insisted as he gripped the counter harder as Lucy's teeth gave him a gentle nip, sending a shock down his spine and a pit of desire form in his lower belly. He had to bite his lip to stifle his moan again.

"I'm sure," His mother said disapprovingly. Bucky could hear the skepticism in her voice as her extra sense was probably tingling. "I still expect you to be at church."

"Yup, church! I love church! And I love you too! Bye Ma, see you soon!" He said hastily, lying through his teeth as he was ready to hang up again. However, she stopped him with an icy tone right before he was able to put the phone back in its place.

"James?" His mother had an intensity about her voice, almost implying he was in trouble. Immediately fear settled inside Bucky as he was taken back to the days of his youth. Feeling as though he was about to get scolded, he waited until his mother spoke in that disapproving tone he feared so much, "Do make sure you're both decent by the time we get there."

"Will do, Ma." Was all he said hastily, not even bothering to say goodbye that time before he slammed the phone harshly back into its place.

By the time he had finally hung up, Lucy was kneeling on the ground and looking displeased, her hands on her hips and her head cocked to the side.

"Baby, why'd you stop?" Bucky asked in confusion and bewilderment, looking at how Lucy was pouting as she knelt on the floor.

"Your mother is on her way over here?" Lucy looked unimpressed, to say the least.

"I tried to talk her out of it!" Bucky promised her, "You know how she is. Now, do you wanna—?" Bucky gestured back down to his throbbing member, neglected and sorely needing attention.

Lucy only rolled her eyes and stood up, not the least bit pleased as she moved to get herself to get a glass of water. Bucky sighed as he realized the moment had passed and then noticed how she was suddenly quiet.

"I tried to talk her out of it." Bucky assured Lucy as she swallowed down her water in big gulps.

"It didn't sound like it,"

"Well, honey, I was a little distracted!" He pointed out. It was very hard to concentrate when she was doing such naughty things with him, "Now because of you we have to go to church on Sunday," He pointed out.

"But I don't wanna," Lucy cried, pouting a little more, "Everyone looks at me funny there,"

"Because the last time we went you showed up in a Dior dress." He reminded her, recalling how as soon as Lucy showed up on his arm there were whispers.

"I wore the one nice Sunday dress that I still have from when I lived with the Lee's, so what!" She scoffed, annoyed that she had to feel guilty about looking nice.

"Well, it just came off as maybe being a little snobbish." Bucky pointed out, reminding her how everyone suddenly had their eyes on Lucy when she walked in. Not only because they were interested in meeting Bucky's new wife, but also because it was clear she came from wealth. Most of the families that attended were hit pretty badly in the thirties, and over the last couple of years, it hadn't gotten much better for some of them. Especially if they lost one of their men in the war, "You were also not the most friendly,"

"I was nervous! It's not easy meeting so many people who watched you grow up! They each had a million stories about you, and I just felt like an outsider." She admitted quietly, crossing her arms over her chest to conceal her body, "Plus, I think your mother is still upset you didn't marry one of those good little church girls."

"After the conversation we just had, probably." Bucky chuckled and Lucy only gave him another pressing look, indicating it wasn't time to joke about it. "Whether she likes it or not, I married you." He reminded her softly.

"I suppose," Lucy sighed and crossed her arms in displeasure, "I still don't like the idea of going to church and having to confess, though."

Bucky winced, "Maybe don't confess to Father Phillip about what you were just doing to me. It might give him a heart attack to hear about it," It was likely the old man would fall dead the moment Lucy mentioned pleasuring her husband while he absent-mindedly chatted with his mother on the phone. Especially since the last time they went to church, Lucy had confessed everything they had done while unmarried during the war.

Apparently, Father Phillip had choked so hard in shock about some of the things Lucy had told him that he had had a coughing fit inside the confessional chambers. Lucy had quickly gotten out and assumed he was dying, creating a scene.

The old man had very shakily drunk some water and then was fine. But still, Lucy was weary to confess anything of a sexual nature after that. Bucky certainly didn't want the man's death to be on their conscience.

"Good idea," She agreed and placed her glass in the sink. Bucky studied her meticulously, wondering if she was still sore at him. His blood was still pumping down south, fogging his brain a little and making it hard to concentrate on anything but the nude figure before him.

"So, you still upset that my Ma is coming over?" He asked her cautiously, wondering how to best approach the subject.

"No, I should have suspected it." Lucy sighed, "At least that way you can have a decent breakfast for your birthday."

Bucky went behind her and wrapped his arms around her centre. He breathed in the scent of her hair before biting the lobe of her ear, "I already told you, I'm in the mood for something else anyway," His raspy voice sent a shiver down her spine.

Lucy turned in his arms to look at him, her eyebrows cocked in amusement as she stared him in the eye. "You know, we still have about an hour until she gets here," Bucky mentioned casually as he shrugged and scratched the back of his neck while looking at the clock ticking away on their kitchen wall.

"Oh yeah? What do you think we could get up to in that hour we're waiting?" Lucy slyly spoke, letting him take her into his arms even more and pressing kisses up his chin.

"Trouble." Bucky suggested with a smirk, picking her up so her legs wrapped around his waist and his hands held her thighs gently, "Lots and lots of trouble."

Lucy giggled the entire way to the bedroom, knowing they would have the next hour to spend tangled up in the sheets.

Bucky kissed her madly, his tongue slipping back into her mouth and refusing to let up for air. When his knees hit the edge of the bed he tossed her onto the mattress, making her giggle yet again.

As he crawled on top of Lucy and peppered kisses on her skin, he realized that turning twenty-nine wasn't the worst thing in the world. In fact, he was looking forward to getting older. As long as she was there by his side, each year could only get better and better.

Well, I hope you all enjoyed the fluff with some light smut peppered in! Basically, I'll just continue posting one-shots until I get my ass in gear and figure out what to do with the sequel. The next chapter should be up in a couple days!

Thank you for reading,

-A

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