Lying in bed naked beside Bucky after an afternoon of pleasure and kisses, I thought life couldn't get any better. I enjoyed the time I spent with him; he was my entire world. Even though we had only been dating a week, the love we had for each other only grew, the passion intense and thriving.
At the present, I was lying on my stomach, one hand running down his chest, tracing his abs, my head on his shoulder; he rubbed his hand up and down my back, a smile gracing my lips as he did so.
"Emma?" he asked, his fingers lingering on my shoulder.
"Hmm?"
"I've realized that in the week that we've been dating that I haven't taken you out on an official date. I was thinking we should go on one. Maybe tomorrow night?" he stated. I lifted my head up, meeting his steel blue gaze, arching an eyebrow. The date sounded like a good idea but I was certain that we had been on one in the past week.
"That sounds like fun but I'm sure we've been on-," He placed a finger on my lips, cutting me off mid-sentence.
"We haven't been on one that was just the two of us; alone. Sure, we double dated with Steve and Natasha but mostly we've eaten dinner with the whole team and movie night is usually spent inside the compound. I'd like to have a date where it's just us, no team, no double date," he explained, kissing me, his beard tickling my chin.
"All right, tomorrow night then. What did you have in mind?" I asked, my hands threading through his soft, tousled hair that fanned across the pillow.
"There's a drive-in theater not too far from here. They're doing a double feature with Sixteen Candles and Princess Bride as the two films. It starts at 7. We could grab an early dinner and then head over," he suggested, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, his hand resting at the back of my head.
"It's a date," I told him leaning down to kiss him. He glided his hand down to my back, the other linking with it, holding me to his warm body. We made out, him rolling on top of me, trailing kisses down my jaw to my neck, a moan slipping out of me, my breath quickening as he sucked on a sweet spot. He smiled, the tug of his lips pressed against my skin. He lifted his head, his hands on either side of my head.
"Do you want to do it again? At least before our next training session?" he asked me, his eyes dilating with desire. I nodded, his lips returning to my neck, one hand kneading one of my breasts, the other slipping between my thighs, spreading me and rubbing my core. I moaned enjoying his touch, the wetness increasing as he worked me. We had sex for another time that afternoon eventually getting up and changing into training gear; we met the team downstairs, practicing hand-to-hand combat, improving our skills out in the field.
After training we had dinner before going out to a bar for the evening for drinks and darts, Bucky by my side the entire time until we left for home. We retired for the night cuddling in his room, the excitement building inside for our date tomorrow night.
The next morning, the team went for a run at 5 a.m. stopping at a coffee shop for breakfast, pulling a couple tables together to talk among each other. Returning home, I took a shower to rinse of the sweat and grime from the run, thinking about what to wear for the date tonight. Drying off, I decided I'd run out to pick up a new outfit for tonight, taking Natasha and Wanda along with me for their opinions. We had lunch while we were out, hanging out and having a good time before perusing the stores for a spectacular outfit. In one of the stores I found the perfect thing; a red polka-dotted dress that tied up around the neck. It would go perfect with the brown wedge shoes I had in my closet back home. Natasha and Wanda approved of my outfit, gushing over how it formed to my figure in such a way that would blow Bucky away.
Leaving to return to the compound, I went to my room to get ready, surprising Bucky with a kiss on the cheek as I passed by him on the way. I pinned my hair back in a half ponytail, keeping my make-up light and natural. Smoothing out the dress, I went down to the lounge to spot Bucky in a crisp, light blue button down shirt, black trousers and black shoes to match. He had combed his hair in a nice that made it flow across his shoulders, the sight of him taking my breath away. He was talking with Steve and Sam, their attention swiveling to me as I reached them.
"Hello, sweetheart. You look handsome tonight," I told him, tapping Bucky on the shoulder to have him turn around to glance at me.
"You look amazing yourself. I love this dress on you," he told me, his hands attaching to my hips, gently pulling me against him. He kissed me before leading us to the entrance of the compound to a car waiting outside; he borrowed one from the garage for the drive in theater, appropriate for the theme of our date. Driving out of the driveway we headed to a local sushi restaurant, having our early dinner before heading to the theater. The theater was only a couple of blocks from the restaurant; we pulled in, grabbing a spot in the middle of the lot, lowering the convertible of the car to hear the movie. We moved to the back seat in order to be close to one another, his arm draped over my shoulders, holding me close to his side.
We ended up watching all of The Princess Bride; halfway through Sixteen Candles, he turned my head towards him, encompassing my lips with his. His hands surrounded my waist, sliding me in his lap where my knees were straddling him. My hands tangled in his hair, his gripping my ass, continuing to kiss for the rest of the movie, coming up for air every now and then. We returned to the front when the credits rolled, driving to an ice cream parlor near the compound; we went through the drive-thru picking up vanilla cones, eating some of it on the way back home. Parking the car back in the garage, we took our ice cream up to his room; the warmest in the compound since the coldness of the ice cream was sending shivers through my body.
I changed into a tank top and shorts that I had stashed in his room because I frequently spent the night with him most days; I had already finished my ice cream while he was still working on his, sitting on the bed with him. He had taken off his pants, keeping the button down shirt on, unbuttoned showing off his tone chest. He had leaned over to kiss me, but instead let his ice cream drip onto my chest, the sticky, cold cream sliding down into my cleavage.
"Oops, I didn't mean to drip on you. Here, let me clean it off you," he stated, a playful smile on his lips, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He leaned down, his tongue licking off the liquid, eliciting a gasp from my lips. His hands lifted up the hem of my tank top, spreading more ice cream on my stomach. I groaned at the cold ice cream but didn't stop him from "cleaning" it off me. Deciding the fabric was in his way, he pulled it off me, dripping his ice cream on my nipples, his warm tongue lapping it off them, the arousal growing within me. I arched into Bucky, my hands wrapping around his waist, clenching at the shirt he was wearing. He smeared the rest of the ice cream all over my chest, discarding the cone into the nearby trashcan. He let his tongue roam everywhere, licking off the sticky ice cream, sucking on my breasts; moans came out of my mouth, my panties soaked as he continued to pleasure me.
"Bucky..." I breathed, wanting him to touch me anywhere, everywhere.
"Just a minute doll," he told me, licking a path down to my shorts, sliding them off me nice and slow, making me ache for him to just rip them off my legs. Next came my panties, the same motion driving me crazy. He spread my legs apart, two metal fingers sliding inside my body with ease, a loud moan coming out of my lips; I tossed my head back, arching into his touch, hips bucking up against his hand.
"That's it sweetheart. Moan for me. Spread your legs as far as you can. I want more access to you," Bucky stated, my legs doing exactly that on command. He stroked me slowly, inserting a third finger inside me. I started panting, my hands clenching the sheets; my hips still bucking with his rhythm, sweat forming on my forehead. He brought me closer to the edge stopping when I was nearly to the breaking point to strip off his clothes, centering himself before he sheathed himself into me, a grunt coming out of both of us, my walls adapting to him; my legs wrapped instinctively around his torso. He kissed me, pumping in and out of me, sending me over the edge again and again; we took turns being on top, clinging to each other as we fucked the night away. The night ended with us snuggled up to each other, him holding me to his chest, my neck nuzzled in the crook of his neck, my arm draped over him falling fast asleep. It was that night that I realized that our bond had grown immensely and we were closer than ever; within the next few months Bucky would do something I wouldn't expect.