I carried her to the bedroom and laid her down gently on her bed, when I removed her t shirt she winced, the movement catching her bruises. I apologized with a small kiss to the muddy-yellow skin that marred her body.
"You can stop me", I told her as I carefully tugged off her pajama pants. "Tell me to stop and I will".
"Is that what you want?" She asked breathily. I smiled wryly in response. Did I want her to? I had come here to push her away. To make her feel disgusted at the thought of my hands, that wretched metal hand that had brought violence and death to so many, touching her. I'd intended that she'd reject me. I wanted her to yell at me, to blame me, to claw at my face with her fingers, scream at me to get away from her. But she didn't even though I'd come to her straight from a mission, sweaty, dirty and bloody. She lay beneath me;breathless, trusting and full of need.
"You know what I want", I told her and kissed her warm, flushed cheek. My cyber arm slid under her ass and then down and across her thigh. I carefully pulled her thighs apart. I kissed my way down her body until my lips were right where I wanted to be.
Lucy moaned and sighed with every movement my tongue made. I was slow and I luxuriated in her. I enjoyed her like this, she was too lost in pleasure for her busy brain to be over thinking, to be worried, to be afraid. She came quietly, like she always did. Unassuming and sweet. Her usual gentle fingers, only forceful, tugging at my hair in climax. She was even more beautiful in bliss, her hair fanned out on the pillow, her cheeks pink and a bloom across her chest. To be so wrapped up in her pleasure spiked my own. I was hard and it was straining painfully against my pants. Lucy pulled at my hair, directing me up her body towards her lips. She kissed me, her hands tender now against my cheeks. One hand moved south and tugged at my jacket. She was trying to unfasten it, her lips reluctant to break contact with mine. I helped her push it off and untuck my vest. Lucy removed the offending article, her small hands softly caressing by body as she went. Her fingers reached for the buckle of my belt, unhooked it and then paused. She looked up at me and her eyes were lustful but cautious.
"You can stop me", she mimicked. I shook my head and smiled wickedly.
I wasn't going to stop now. I knew what I wanted. It was Lucy. Always Lucy. I kissed her hard in reply and only broke away with a hiss when I felt her touch the hard length of me that was begging for attention. Lucy's bold fingers failed her as she struggled with the button on my pants. I took hold of her hands and kissed each one.
"Let me", I told her and moved off the mattress. I stood at the foot of the bed and undid my pants. Lucy propped herself up on her elbows and watched me as I stood naked. Her eyes regarded me slowly and I felt vulnerable for the first time. When her brown eyes returned to mine, I found I was too shy to hold her gaze and I looked away.
"James", she sighed desirously. "Come be with me". Lucy held out her hand and I reached for it. We lay side by side on the bed.
Lucy leaned over me brushed my hair off my face and tucked the wayward strands behind my ears. She smiled sweetly, encouragingly. It had been a lifetime since I had been with a woman. And never with one who I cared so much for. The old Bucky was confident, a charmer. Not a cad exactly but no stranger to seduction either. But I was different now. I didn't know how I'd handle the rush off feelings. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to love her right. That I'd hurt her, even now, just by being who I was.
"It's alright", she reassured me in a hushed tone.
I pushed her back on the bed and she closed her eyes as my fingers skimmed along the bare skin of her waist. My palm cupped her breast and my mouth covered the rosy pink nipple, my tongue circling as it budded between my lips. Lucy writhed and squirmed under me and when instinctively my teeth grazed her skin her breath caught in her throat. She opened her eyes then, catching mine and not leaving them as I settled between her soft, inviting thighs. I lowered myself down, almost covering her body with my own. She was so small, my body dwarfed hers. I held onto her waist firmly and pulled her upwards to meet the hard impatient part of me. Lucy hissed and I knew that I had knocked her tender skin. I was so much stronger, I could do anything to her; she wouldn't be able to stop me and yet she held all the power.
I wound my metal fingers in her soft wavy hair and kissed her so desperately. My flesh and bone hand moved lower, over the bruised skin and between her legs once more. She was warm and so wet. I groaned with such need. I had to be inside her. I broke from her lips.
"Lucy?" I rasped. I had to make sure it was what she wanted too. Her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at me and nodded. I held myself at her entrance. Lucy placed her hand on my chest and I paused.
"Slowly...please", she begged softly and I bent down and kissed her tenderly in reply.
I pushed gently and Lucy mewled in complaint against my mouth. I hissed and made to pull out but she wrapped her legs around my waist and shook her head.
"No", she breathed against my cheek. "Don't stop".
I moved once more and again, each thrust stronger than the last. Lucy took me and took all of me. She curled her arms around my neck and buried her face in my throat. With every thrust I felt her hot breath rush against my skin, I felt the murmur of pleasure and perhaps pain escape from her lips. I was electrified by those small moments. Enthralled by the intimacy. Her hips moved with mine and I drove deeper and deeper wanting to be utterly consumed by her. The emotions I had been so wary of gripped me and I couldn't fight them. I had lost control. My fingers dug painfully into the skin on her hips and I only released her when I finally came. I collapsed on top of her. Our bodies panting and shaking. It took a few moments for me to regain enough strength and I reluctantly withdrew. Only moving because I was aware that I was probably crushing her. I tried to ignore the pained whimper from Lucy as I rolled off her. I reached for her, pulling her towards me and curled my body around hers. Holding her still shaking body in my arms.
"Are you alright?" I asked hoarsely. She nodded.
"Are you?" she breathed.
"I'm exhausted", I admitted and I saw her lips curl up into a smile. My hand lazily ran over her hip, soothing the skin where I'd mauled her and then across her stomach where she was bruised. I couldn't help myself from planting little kisses on the back of her neck. We lay there peacefully as our breathing settled.
"I love you", I confessed quietly in the darkness. I had known how I had felt for so long, kept it to myself but to finally say the words aloud felt strange; alien almost. Lucy wriggled closer towards me and grabbed my hand between her small palms. She kissed my fingertips gently.
"I know", she told me honestly.
"I've been afraid to say it", I admitted. "I've wanted to, so many times".
"You didn't need to say it. I feel it", she whispered.
"I don't think I've been very good at this...at us", I explained woefully.
"Well, there was some pretty big clues. You've saved my life. Twice now, not that i'm keeping tally", she smiled and shrugged.
"Yeah, I guess nothing says true love like shooting a guy in the head and stabbing someone in the guts", I deadpanned. Lucy half smiled and then her expression changed. She pressed her lips together and her brows knitted together with worry.
"Are you still going to leave me?" Lucy asked quietly. Her question severed the warmth of contentment coursing through my body.
"No", I replied without even thinking about it and I shook my head.
"But you were going to. I could feel that as well", she pointed out seriously. I rolled her over onto back and took her face between my palms. I saw the sadness in her brown eyes, the fear that I would put her aside.
"I should. But I don't think I could stay away. I tried but I couldn't leave you behind", I confessed and kissed her lips. "No Lucy King, I'm with you. Always".