Chapter 7

"Cause we're the masters of our own fate

We're the captains of our own souls

So there's no need for us to hesitate

We're all alone, let's take control

And I was like

Take off, take off

Take off all your clothes

Take off, take off

Take off all your clothes

Take off, take off

Take off all of your clothes

They say only the good die young

That just ain't right

'Cause we're having too much fun

Too much fun tonight, yeah" Lust for Life by Lana Del Rey feat. The Weeknd

I don't know how we got here but we're standing in my bedroom. Two very different feeling hands are sliding the thin straps of my dress down my arms. The silky material slips off me and pools at my feet.

"God ангел. You're so beautiful." I'm standing in nothing but a black lace thong. I couldn't wear a bra under my dress due to the cut.

I fight the urge to cover myself. Bucky is staring at me with a hunger I've never seen in a man before. He circles around me slowly, a sharp intake of breath when he's standing behind me. I don't think thongs existed in the 40's.

He pulls me back against his chest. The full-length mirror on the back of my door is directly in front of us. I look a flushed mess, and Bucky's hair is down and wild, the dark look in his eyes makes me shudder.

His flesh hand wraps delicately around my neck, barely squeezing while metal fingers trail down to grasp my left breast rougher than I expected. The metal is cold but feels heavenly when he tweaks my nipple relentlessly. I moan wantonly.

"Look at how gorgeous you are." His voice rumbles deeply in his chest. My eyes meet his in the mirror as his other hand leaves my neck to slip beneath the thin fabric of my panties. "Fuck, you're soaked doll." My knees are about to buckle from the pleasure. Skilled fingers are rubbing my clit with just enough to pressure to keep me right on the edge.

"Please James." I'm needy sounding even to my own ears. I can feel him hard and ready against me, I grind into him out of desperation.

"Tell me what you want." Two fingers sink into me, we both moan.

"I want your cock inside me." He practically growls, he spins me around roughly before crashing his lips into mine.

A none to gentle push has me landing on the bed. I move back towards the headboard as he removes the rest of his clothing. He's unbelievably attractive. Perfect from head to toe. I'm almost nervous about how large he is because it's been so long for me. A moment later and he's hovering over me with the most passion filled look I've ever seen.

"There's so many things I want to do to you doll but I think they'll have to wait for next time because I'm dying to be inside of you." I whimper at his words and the desperation in his voice. "Do we need protection?"

"I'm on the pill." He lets out a sigh of relief. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him to me. Our lips meet as he thrusts into me, we both moan at the feeling.

"You're so tight Ангел." He's talking through clenched teeth. The smallest movement of my hips gets him moving.

I don't think I've ever felt anything this good before. We just fit. Complete and utter fulfillment is what this is. He grips my waist tightly, metal and flesh leaving its mark as he drives into my body with abandon.

"Bucky…I…Fuck." I can't form a coherent thought let alone sentence. All I can do is feel, and its completely indescribable.

I moan at the loss of him when he suddenly pulls out of me and shifts to his knees before grabbing me roughly by the waist and hooking my legs over his shoulders. The pace he sets is intense and has me moaning continuously.

"You feel so good around my cock Liya." Those words are almost enough to send me over the edge, he's perfect. He groans as I tighten around him. "That's it doll, I want you to cum on me."

The mouth on this man is too much. I arch into his thrusting hips, chasing my orgasm. "James, please…" I don't know what I'm pleading for but he seems to know. Cold Vibranium pinches my nipple roughly before traveling upwards and wrapping just tight enough around my throat. That's all it takes and I'm shattering.

"I'm cumming!" Chanting his name like a prayer. Bucky loses his rhythm, pounding into me even harder for a few moments before I feel him pulsing inside me.

"Fuck!" His eyes roll slightly as he releases.

He shifts my legs off his shoulders gently and pulls out of me with just as much care. I laugh as he falls back beside me limply, a boyish grin on his face as he pulls me to his chest. He runs his fingers through my hair and I draw lazy circles over his heart. I'm content.

"Next time I'll last longer, in my defense it's been over seventy years since I've done that." I scoff at his ridiculous statement.

"Coulda fooled me Sarge. You got some moves for a man your age." He chuckles and presses a kiss to my forehead, arm wrapping even tighter around me.

"You're amazing Aneliya, you've made this old man really happy." I smile against his skin. I prop myself up enough to press my lips to his sweetly.

"Can I ask you something?" He nods and I can't help but kiss his plump lips again. I want to ask him about this while he's in such a carefree mood. I figure I might as well just go for it.

"Can I see your drawings?" His eyebrows knit together in confusion before he lets out a groan and covers his eyes with his arm.

"Damnit Steve!" I straddle his waist and pull his metal limb away from his face. His expression is almost sheepish.

"Don't be embarrassed James. I really want to see." He wraps his arms around me and pulls himself up to a sitting position, so he can embrace me properly. He buries his face in my neck and speaks against my skin.

"Are you sure? It might freak you out." I shake my head.

"Please baby?" I don't know why that slipped out, but it did. He groans and flips me onto my back with a smile back on his face.

"Well when you ask like that I'll give you anything you want. You wait right here, and I'll go grab my sketchbook from upstairs really quick, ok?" He scrambles around looking for his clothes. Once his pants are on he shoots me a soft smile before heading out of my room.

Once I hear the front door close I jump up and make a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up a bit. I run a brush through my crazy hair and wipe the smeared makeup from my face. Once I feel freshened up I return to the bedroom. I pull on a pair of boy shorts and a well-worn tank top before climbing back into bed.

FRIDAY informs me that Bucky is at my door and I tell the AI to grant him access. When he reenters my bedroom he's in a pair of low slung sweatpants and a beater. He smiles at my appearance and joins me back on the bed.

"I don't know how much Steve told you, but I've been drawing these for about ten years now. The few times I was out of cryo during those years I always had a bag on me, my very few belongings included a sketch book. They never really let me have much, but they didn't throw these out for some reason." I take the book from him and flip open the first page.

I gasp at the perfect likeness of me training with Nat. I check the date in the corner, I was only eighteen there. His drawings are a little rougher than Steve's but still beautiful and detailed. I turn through page after page of drawings of myself. In some I'm alone, others I'm with my friends. A few have me fighting, killing. I can't take my eyes off the drawings. In one I'm completely nude and lying on my bed. So many random moments of my life are captured in Bucky's drawings. I'm shocked, this is so strange.

"I know that this has to seem crazy. I have no explanation for you at all. I about had a heart attack when I saw you for the first time, then you spoke, and I realized that somehow I was meant to be here, that all of this had to mean something." He sounds so unsure as he speaks. I'm tearing up for some reason. The last picture is of me embracing Bucky.

I set the book aside. I kneel in front of the gorgeous man beside me and crash my lips into his again. He sighs into my lips.

"Twin flames, that's what Nat says we are. You are meant to be here with me." He caresses my face with his flesh hand. He doesn't look stressed for once.

"Twin flames huh? I like the sound of that doll. All I know is that I'm yours for as long as you'll have me, even though that sounds crazy. We barely know each other but I can't stop thinking about you, I wanna know everything." I feel the same way. This is such an irrational situation, but I feel happier than I've ever been.

"I'm yours too James. So I think you're obligated to stay the night now." He smiles at me and pulls me back to rest against his chest again.

"Wasn't planning on going anywhere sweetheart. Why don't you tell me something about yourself?" Fingers are brushing through my hair again, it tugs at my heart.

"Like what? You want to know trivial things, like likes and dislikes? Or do you want the nitty gritty serious shit?" He chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

"I want it all. Why don't you start with the light stuff though." I hum against his chest.

"Well my favorite color is green. My birthday is January 14th. I hate most vegetables. And I like to smoke pot on occasion." I nip at his neck playfully and he groans.

"You drive me wild doll. I can't wait to learn more and more about you every day."

"The same goes for you. I want you to be comfortable talking to me. I've obviously crossed the unprofessional line here but I still want to help you, now more than ever. I don't want you to be worried that anything you tell me is going to scare me off. I've read all the HYDRA and SHIELD files and I don't hold any of it against you." I'm pulled to him even tighter. His words come out in barely more than a whisper.

"Thank you. It might take me awhile to be able to talk about all of it but I promise I'll try. I know I can't hold all of this shit in or it's gonna eat me alive. I wanna live." His voice is full of emotion.

I prop myself up again so I can properly kiss him. It doesn't take long before our passion grows and I'm straddling his legs. I'm ready to lower myself onto him when I loud voice startles us.

"Captain Rogers is at your door Miss Angelov." Stupid Friday and stupid Steve.

"What the hell does that punk want?" I move off of Bucky, he scrambles to pull on his sweat pants and I wrap my black silk robe around my naked body.

We kiss a few more times before heading to the front door. Bucky wrenches open my front door with a glare. A giggle escapes my mouth at the shocked look on Steve's face when he takes in our appearances.

"Oh…uh… sorry guys. I got worried because neither of you were answering your phones. Guess I just jumped to conclusions and figured something was wrong. Obviously, that's not the case. What do the kids these days say? Uh, my bad." This times I full on bust up.