Chapter 6
"I love all
The many charms about you
Above all
I want my arms about you
Don't be naughty baby
Come to me
Come to me do
My sweet embraceable you" Embraceable You by Billie Holiday
Not ten minutes after I make it back to my suite my phone is ringing, its Nat. "Имам нужда от помощта ти. Имам среща, какво да правя?" Natasha's raspy laugh is the answer to my rushed Bulgarian.
"A date huh? Is it fair to assume it's a man old enough to be your great grandfather?" I curse at her in another slew of Bulgarian. "I've gotta hand it to Barne's, I really didn't think he'd move this quickly. I'm almost proud of him." There's still a hard edge to her voice.
"I'm going to be fine Nat. Don't you dare threaten him either!" She lets out a loud sigh.
"I know you'll be fine. I saw this coming months ago unfortunately." How?
"Steve told me about something, about some drawings of Bucky's, I have yet to see them for myself. Then this weird pull I feel towards him and the way you just seemed to know this would happen. What do you think's going on? I'm sure you have a theory or ten." Again, another loud sigh.
"In about every culture in this world and the others we know of, there are different words for what I think you are experiencing. They say a long time ago that we used to bear each other's soul marks, in asgard they still do. I could tell from how enamored you were with Barne's that something else was at play. I've seen it once before…it's something I'm not ready to talk about yet. You're soul mates, twin flames." Once upon a time I would have laughed at the very concept of that. My grandmother always told me that my grandfather was her soulmate, like she truly believed it. Everyone had heard the old stories of course but did they really hold any merit?
"And you of all people really believe that?" She's silent for a moment.
"If ever there was a person who deserved an amazing love story it's you Aneliya. So yea, I'll choose to believe that you and that crazy tortured soul Barne's are meant to be. At the very least I know he'll keep you safe. It's ok to take what you want with absolute abandon you know?" I didn't expect any of this from her. She's the most logical person I know.
"Ok Nat. What should I wear? He's taking me to dinner." The rest of our conversation is lighthearted and she helps me as best she can over the phone.
When evening rolls around I start getting myself together. I do my hair in soft curls and my makeup a little darker and smokier than usual, my lips are a deep red. The dress I choose is an emerald green midi length slip dress with an attractive cowl neck and completely open back. I pair it with gold pumps and a gold clutch.
Seven o'clock on the dot there's a knock at my door and FRIDAY informing me Sergeant Barnes is at the door. I take a deep breath before opening the door. He looks far too attractive. His hair is pulled back in a small knot at the base of his neck. He's wearing a pair of silver grey slacks and white button up with a jacket to match the pants. He's smiling widely as he gives me a slower than necessary once over. He lets outs a low whistle, I feel heat rise to my cheeks.
"You look stunning sweetheart." His voice sounds reverent. He pulls a bouquet of pink roses from behind his back with an air of shyness. "My ma would kill me if I didn't do all this properly."
I lean forward and plant a kiss to his jaw. "You are incredibly sweet. And you look too good to be true." This time its him who reddens slightly. I gesture to him that I'm taking the flowers inside to a vase.
"Good God, that dress." He groans it out and I giggle a little. I guess he's appreciating my completely bare back right down to my waist.
When I return he keeps his flesh hand pressed to the small of my back as he leads me to the elevator and down to the ground floor.
"So where are we headed James?" His hand presses a little more firmly to me.
"This Asian restaurant not far from here. Steve said that's your favorite kind of food, sushi and stuff. Figured I'd take ya somewhere you'd enjoy." I love that the Brooklyn accent breaks through at random moments.
He hails us a cab and before I know it we're seated in probably the fanciest Japanese restaurant I've ever been in. We order our meals after a few minutes of deliberation and a couple different sushi rolls. I've convinced him to join me in glass of wine even though he insists that alcohol no longer has an effect on him. We sit next to each other at a bar type table.
Bucky just stares at the sushi once it arrives. "Are you scared of some raw fish Sarge?" I shove a whole roll in my mouth and moan a little as I chew. He licks his lips.
"I think I'm a little jealous of it right now." I laugh and pick up another Dynamite roll with my chopsticks and bring it to his lips. I raise an eyebrow in challenge and he opens wide enough for me to deposit it in his mouth. He chews slowly, clearly expecting the worse. After a minute I can tell he's pleasantly surprised though with the slight roll of his eyes. I giggle as he immediately reaches for another one.
"I'm really glad you asked me out tonight you know?" I finish off my third glass of wine as we wait for our plates to be cleared away. The smile I receive is breathtaking.
"I'm really glad you accepted. If you woulda told me a year ago I'd be takin the most beautiful girl I ever laid eyes on out to dinner I wouldn't have believed it for a second." The sincerity in his voice and look on his face makes me feel bold.
I reach forward and take his face in my hands before pressing my lips to his. He stiffens for a moment out of shock I think but quickly gets over it and returns the kiss with fervor. He doesn't seem to mind that I probably taste like raw fish because his tongue is tangling with mine. He's slow, and hot, and passionate enough to have me making an entirely too embarrassing sound in the back of my throat. He pulls back after that but leans his forehead against my own. His eyes are dark and stormy again, he's breathing hard, and biting that delectable bottom lip of his. It takes everything in my to not straddle him right here and now and bite that lip myself.
"That was unexpected doll, can't say I minded though." His voice is a little deeper than usual.
"That's all I want to do anytime you're near me." Maybe it's the little bit of wine that has being so honest, although I really think its just being near this man.
"God, you got no idea what hearin you say things like that does to me darlin." I grin and give him another quick peck on the lips before jumping to my feet.
"I know this place not far from here that I think you'd get a kick out of if you're feeling up to it James." I hold my hand out to him which he takes eagerly.
"I'm feeling up to anything that keeps you with me longer." His sweetness has me grinning like a teenager.
We walk the few blocks to our destination. His eyes widen when we enter the club I've brought us to.
"I know this song." Billie Holiday is pouring through the speakers There are numerous couples slow dancing. I pull him to the dancefloor and he very quickly and just a tad eagerly takes me into his arms. "You're amazin, ya know that?" I don't think I've ever danced quite this intimately with someone before. Even after all these years he still knows how to dance to this music.
"So would you have danced with me like this back then Sarge?" He pulls me impossibly closer.
"I woulda taken you dancing every chance I got. Would have brought you home to meet my ma. I would have driven you crazy until you agreed to be my girl."
The song ends and he leads me away to the bar. I order a screwdriver and he sips some whiskey to humor me.
"So you would have made me your girl huh? I think I like the sound of that." The cool metal of his left hand caresses the lowest part of my back making me gasp in surprise.
"Yea? I like it too, so what do you say doll, wanna be my girl?" His eyes are dancing with playfulness.
"I'd like nothing more. Does that mean that you're mine all mine soldier?" I play with the buttons of his shirt and look up at him through my long lashes.
"I was yours the second you walked through Steve's door the other night Ангел." My heart squeezes in my chest at his endearment.
I close the small space between us again. Maybe all this was too fast but we had both seemed to accept whatever this was as an inevitability that there was no point in fighting. The seal of his kiss feels like a promise that I never want to end.
"Want to go back to my place Sarge?" I don't mean to sound as breathy or desperate as I do but he doesn't seem to mind.
"Hell yes." I laugh at his eager tone and let him lead me out into the night. It doesn't take too long before we're back in the compound and walking through my front door.
I barely have a chance to toss my heels off before Bucky is pushing me against the nearest wall. His lips are back on mine, his knee finds purchase between my legs. I nip at his lower lip and involuntarily grind myself into his leg. A load groan leaves him, he leads a hot wet trail down my neck to my collarbone. I don't think I've ever been more turned on in all my life.
"You smell so good doll." His lips latch on to every inch of available skin from my neck to chest. I push the jacket off his shoulders and start making quick work on the buttons of his shirt.
A bare-chested Bucky Barnes is droolworthy. I don't think I've ever seen anyone as fit and defined as this man, and that metal arm of his does things to me that just aren't right. My hands skim down over his shoulders and pecs. His abdominal muscles involuntarily twitch the lower my hands dare to reach.
"You're so perfect Bucky." Again words are leaving my mouth without my say so. He inhales shakily.
"We don't gotta do anything you don't want to. Just say the word and I'll stop ok?" I can tell he's struggling to maintain control, that he's trying to be a gentleman.
"I don't want to stop. I want you to fuck me until I cant remember my own name." The growl that tears out of his chest is unreal. He wraps his metal hand slowly around my neck before giving the slightest squeeze.
"I'll absolutely ruin you sweetheart." The dark promise in his voice is the sexiest thing I've ever heard.