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Bucky stood before her, unable to react for a moment as her arms snaked around his shoulders decisively.

She was supposed let him let him walk away; or better yet, she should have violently shoved him back when he'd kissed her. But instead, she was kissing him now. Soft lips moving against his own, hands caressing his shoulders.

His arms wrapped around her, hoisting her up onto her desk and jerking her blouse from the waistband of her skirt. At the touch of his cold metal arm against her back, she moaned against his lips.

She'd never been with a man like him before- one who scared her just as much as he attracted her. Of course, as any professional doctor would have done- within seconds of meeting him, she'd shoved any feelings of attraction deep down and put on her most clinical mask. But that had never stopped her from looking forward to their appointment every week. One uninterrupted hour when she could devour him with her eyes.

Gemma gasped as he moved suddenly, spreading her knees and stepping into her embrace. He impatiently dragged her skirt up- stopping only when it was bunched around her hips. He finally wedged himself between her thighs and pressed his body to hers. Instinctually, her legs curled around his waist, heels digging into the backs of his thighs as she ran her palms down his muscled arms and up his chest.

His hand was back in her hair, sifting chestnut-brown waves between his fingers and tugging her head back with a deft twist. Bruising lips moved to her neck, biting and sucking, leaving red marks on her smooth, tan skin. Her breathy gasps against his ear told him she was enjoying it.

Every action, every kiss, seemed to be recalled from an expertly choreographed dance- but Bucky didn't know how he knew it. He had no memories of being near a woman like this. But he knew, somehow, that he'd done this before. His body remembered it, even if his mind didn't.

Gemma snuck one hand around his neck and pulled his lips back to hers in a rough kiss.

Her hips moved against his, grinding circles against the fly of his jeans, desperately searching for more. His hand around her hips pulled her closer- giving them both more, but not enough, of what they needed. Metal fingers glimmered in her peripheral for a brief moment before they hooked into the white, linen neckline of her blouse. One quick tug and her shirt tore down the front, raining tiny pearl buttons onto the floor and desk.

He broke away from her lips and looked down at her with shadowed eyes, no hint of a smile, just ravenous for her. Delicate blue lace and acres of golden skin beckoned him. Her fingers slid up into his hair, sharp nails scoring his scalp and guiding him to where she needed him. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts to his lips.

"Oh God, James," His teeth grazed her soft skin, rewarding her with tiny nips for every gasp he pulled from her lips.

At some point, she'd shrugged the straps off her shoulders and let him drag her bra down to her waist, out of the way of his lips and hands. Her hands tangled in his shoulder-length hair ad he absolutely devoured her- hands massaging, lips sucking, and teeth grazing over her delicate body. Her legs, bracketing his heavily muscled thighs, swung up to wrap around his hips, bringing him close until they were pressed together- shoulders to hips.

Her teasing, rocking motions had him multi-tasking, one hand grabbing her hips and the other, the metal one, yanking at the lace covering her hot center and tearing it- leaving the scraps fluttering around her thighs. He switched hands suddenly, banding the metal arm across her back and pushing his own hand between her thighs. She thought he would just thrust his fingers into her- rough and fast like when he kissed her. But he didn't. While he wasn't gentle, he took his time, savoring the gasps and moans from her lips. He brushed the backs of his fingers over her folds, then teased her with his thumb. All the while, his lips worked up her neck and jaw; the stubble scraping against her skin felt like heaven.

She desperately pulled him closer, begging in broken words, "Please, James- I need- Oh!" Her hips moved in time with his fingers, "Oh God!"

A glimpse of his eyes sent her heart pounding. They were wicked and glittering with lust. Before she could pull his face to hers, he heeded her pleas and pressed into her- a long, deep stroke with his fingers curled just right. He didn't stop there. Pulling his fingers out slowly, he thrust them back in, watching her arch up to meet his hand. He bowed his head, watching his hand work between her thighs and savoring her choked moans, muffled against his chest. She turned her head a fraction of an inch and laved brutal kisses against his neck- using her teeth and sucking hard.

"Oh," Gemma moaned and dropped her head back, bracing her free hand on the desk behind her, trying to roll her hips off the table.

Digging her fingers into his hair, she pulled his face to hers, kissing him with a hot fury before breaking away. She inched back, making room for her hand to go between them to wrestle with his belt. As he worked at her, she unzipped his pants and reached in, softly palming at him through his underwear. She watched his jaw clench as she stroked him, fire blazing in his eyes as he stared at her. His metal fingers dug painfully into her hip- she was certain that she'd have bruises in the morning. It wasn't enough for either of them- she had to know what he sounded like when he moaned. She snuck one hand into his underwear, biting her lip when she reached his silky, iron-hard length.

His head dropped back, eyes sliding shut in utter pleasure when her fingers curled around him. With her free hand, she quickly shoved his jeans and underwear down his thighs. She circled her thumb over the tip and grazed the underside gently with the backs of her fingernails.

Then she took him in a firm grasp, working up and down, trembling in delight when his lips parted, "Ah, fuck-"

That first moan set her alight all over again. Between sloppy kisses, Bucky pulled his fingers out of her and braced both hands on her thighs, squeezing tight as she continued. He glanced down every so often, watching her hand move slowly and then faster in response to his cues- changing her tempo just enough to constantly keep him on edge. Then he'd trail his eyes back up, warming her bare skin and yank her back in for another kiss, letting louder groans escape into her mouth.

Without warning, he released her thigh and grabbed her wrist, wrenching it away from him. The look on his face was absolutely terrifying- enough to send chills down her spine. Just a little tighter and he would easily have been able to snap her wrist. He released her and reached down to fist himself as his metal arm hooked around her back. In the beat of a moment, he lined himself up with her entrance and slowly thrust into her.

Gemma's eyes shot open and her lips parted, a silent gasp leaving her lungs as he filled her, stretched her. Bucky didn't see, his head dropped- forehead pressing against the ridge of her shoulder. He hadn't held back at all – Bucky was buried inside her to the hilt. It was sudden, and rough, and intrusive…and so, so hot.

For a solid moment, he stayed still; savoring how she felt. He was not at all disappointed. She was so tight around him - and it had been so long. He'd never even thought of fucking anyone when he'd been The Asset. HYDRA's cocktail of drugs was enough to render even the most virile man completely useless. Not to mention the programming that had imprisoned him inside his own mind. Now, buried inside a willing, pliant woman, he wanted to do more than fuck her, he wanted to ravage her. He couldn't be gentle, not that he had been 'till then. Breaking him out of his dark thoughts, Gemma flexed her innermost muscles, clenching around him in a constricting grip and it broke his last vestige of control.

Hooking his fingers under her thigh, Bucky guided Gemma's leg higher around his hip. It nudged him even deeper inside her, making both of them gasp.

Gemma's fingernails dug into the back of his neck as she adjusted to him. The sharp pinch spurred Bucky to move. His fingers flexed around her thigh and he slowly eased himself out of her. He raised his head off her shoulder, watching her face, listening to her heavy breaths. He couldn't wait any longer- he plunged back into her in one smooth movement.

The thrust tore a cry from Gemma's lips and her back arched, presenting her breasts to his wicked, wicked lips. One hand slid up into his hair, twisting the strands tightly, and the other fisted in the back of his shirt- the one he hadn't let her take off.

She didn't care though – her hands held fast as he pulled back and thrust again, just a little rougher than the first one. And after that he didn't stop.

"Oh God, Jam-" her choked pleas were cut off by every thrust. "James, pleas-"

"Bucky," She almost missed his low groan against her neck, "it's Bucky."

"Bucky," she tested the name on her lips, shocked when the very sound forced a groan against her neck, rough and desperate.

With every thrust, she shuddered, crossing her ankles at his back, holding him prisoner between her thighs. Her arms around his shoulders held on desperately.

She loved the sensation of cold metal against her back and a warm palm on her thigh, holding her in place as he thrust relentlessly. She could feel every thick finger digging into her flesh and she relished the thought of the bruises he would inevitably leave on her.

Each thrust had his hips stroking just where she needed it. A little more, just one light brush of her fingertip, would have her over the edge.

She slid one hand between them, intent on reaching the place which could have her screaming. Just as she got close enough for that last bit of stimulation, his hand wrapped around her wrist and jerked it back, holding it captive behind her back.

"Please, Bucky," she cried, uncaring about how desperate she sounded. "Oh God, just let me-" she dropped her forehead to his shoulder and begged, "I just need a little mo- Oh!"

His metal hand snuck between her thighs and brushed against her. The sudden cold combined with Bucky's pounding hips set her on fire.

Her nails dug into the back of his neck, holding him close to muffle her whimpers against the soft fabric at his shoulder. He didn't let up. His metal hand worked at her, gently stroking circles over and over, keeping her at her peak. Her body stilled as her muscles convulsed around him, clinging to him with all the strength she possessed. His hand drew out her pleasure, making her buck uncontrollably against him while her legs tightened into a painful vice around his hips.

Her nonsensical words begging for respite fell on deaf ears as Bucky leaned back and watched her face. Her hand shakily left his shoulders to push at his metal arm. Her attempts were weak and pathetic, but Bucky took pity and eased his fingers off her center- letting her recover for just long enough to suck in a deep breath.

Then he began chasing his own pleasure. Bucky couldn't hold back, he thrust erratically in to her- no sense of grace or rhythm any longer. She had tightened around him so much, sent so many convulsions through her innermost muscles that he was nearly there. With a final brutal thrust he hilted himself in Gemma let himself pour into her- for the first time in God knows how long.

His eyes closed of their own accord as he let go. Finally after a few long seconds, Bucky let his head fall forward onto Gemma's shoulder. He started to become aware of her limbs draped loosely around him, no strength left in her to even hold onto him anymore.

Easing out slowly, he heard her gasp weakly in his ear. As he leaned back slightly, against his better judgment, his lips pressed to her cheek.

He didn't give her a chance to respond as he pulled away, breaking out of her hold. It didn't even occur to him to make sure she was steady before he stepped back. Perched precariously at the edge of her desk, she nearly collapsed to the floor, but caught herself at the last second. With averted eyes, Bucky jerked up his underwear and pants and tucked himself back in.

Another step back.

Gemma self-consciously pulled the torn flaps of her shirt together and adjusted her skirt, pulling it down enough to cover her and the shreds of lace still dangling at her thighs.

The loud ring of her phone cut through the tense silence, startling them both. Gemma glanced over her shoulder, checking to see who the call was from- her receptionist. Turning back to face Bucky, she was met with an empty room- no sign of the man who'd just pounded into her until she was screaming his name. She narrowed her eyes at her door, which was slowly closing- evidence of his rapid escape. Sighing, she pulled her skirt down and turned.

The light on Gemma's phone blinked again, indicating a second call from her receptionist. This time, she'd be more impatient- if Gemma didn't answer, sweet, old Linda would burst into the office and come face to face with Gemma's bare chest. Nope- anything to avoid that scene. On shaky legs, Gemma rounded her desk, picking up the phone as she collapsed into the chair.

"Dr. Sagan, your 4:40 is here. Should I send him in?"

"I'll need 10 minutes to finish up some notes," Gemma lied- heart pounding as she spoke in what she hoped was a calm, professional voice- and not the voice of a woman who'd been fucked within an inch of her sanity. "I'll let you know when I'm ready for him."

"Of course, Dr Sagan." The line went silent with a quiet click.

Gemma's eyes darted toward her clock, 4:30, on the dot. He hadn't stayed for a second longer than he needed to. But, she'd learned one thing- Bucky, not James. She sighed and pushed away from her desk, pulling out her spare outfit, hoping her next patient wouldn't be able to smell the sex.

1. Should I continue this or not? A couple more chapters of their...appointments, followed by an epilogue.

2. I have a Thor/OC one-shot coming out soon because so many of you said there's not enough Thor/OC fics! It's also going to be rated M because who doesn't want to daydream about sex with Thor? It's going to be called Lightning in a Bottle.

3. Just started a Steve Rogers/OC story- Sing for Absolution

As always, please review with any critiques, input or ideas about this story or any others!

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