A/N: Things get a little steamy, you've been warned. Thanks for the comments and follows! Y'all are the best.
I wonder if he ever smiles. He's always mean mugging everyone. It makes sense since he is like an assassin slash kidnapper person, but I bet when he smiles the dimples on his cheeks are more noticeable. I bet his smile reaches his eyes. He doesn't seem like the kind of person to smile at anything; when he does smile it must be genuine and precious. I wonder when was the last time he smiled.
"Quit." His rough voice shook me from my thoughts.
"Quit what?" I asked tilting my head.
"quit staring at me."
I laughed and fell back onto the old, creaky bed.
"That's rich coming from you. All ya do is stare," I pointed out.
He didn't say anything, keeping his eyes on me. His gaze sometimes made me uneasy. Trying to stay positive and distracted, I sat back up facing my personal guard.
"Let's play a game!"
He arched one eyebrow looking unamused. I remained undaunted.
"It's called 'Two truths and a lie,' it's like a getting to know you game. I'll list three things about myself. Two of the three things will be true and one will be a lie. You try and guess the lie."
He remained silent. This guy had a serious case of resting bitch face. Not letting that ruin my fun, I began my list.
"Okay so here it goes: I hate peanut butter. I am scared of heights. And I can pinch people with my toes…. Which one is the lie?"
As I spoke the soldier tilted his head and leaned towards me his palms on his knees.
"Say it again," He gruffly demanded. I smiled despite myself and began to repeat myself.
"Hate peanut butter. Scared of heights and can pi-"
"The second one. You aren't scared of heights." My mouth fell open.
"How'd you know?" I questioned.
"Good guess," He winked at me and my mouth fell open even wider. I was at a loss for words. He had never done that before. He actually seemed human for a second. His gloved hand reached out and he placed one finger under my chin. He gently closed my mouth for me. I surprisingly didn't pull a way. It was nice to have human contact that... wasn't painful. Bossy pants Rumlow had really give me a good smack for calling him a pansy ass wimp who hits like a 3rd grader. Yeah, truth be told he doesn't hit like a 3rd grader.
"Uh well okay, that was lucky. I bet you won't get the next one. I ride horses in my spare-"
"That's a lie."
"What the hell? I didn't even finish! How in God's green earth did you know that?" I was flabbergasted. I saw his mouth twitch. Was that an almost smile?
"You have a tell," he stated matter of factly.
"No I don't!" I crossed my arms scrunching my nose up. He leaned in closer.
"Yeah you do."
Without really thinking, I reached my foot over, placed my big toe on the fleshy part of his thigh and pinched.
"Shit!" His gloved hand wrapped around my ankle and he moved my pain inflicting toes away from him. I let out an evil cackle.
"That fucking hurt," He growled, and I should've been scared, but being scared wasn't an option. I had to survive. I had to have moments like this.
"Oh come on you big baby! You are a freakin assassin/super weapon thing."
"But pinching toes are my weakness," He mumbled still holding onto my leg. Again, I gapped like a fish.
'Did- did you just make a joke? I knew you were human!" I asked in shock. He opened his mouth to speak but abruptly the door flew open.
"Winter Soldier, grab the girl and bring her to unit A12, we have more tests to run." Rumlow's voice shattered whatever comradery that had been going between me and my guard.
I pulled away from both of them. Leaving this room had never turned out well for me. I tried to make myself smaller. The soldier had stood, but had not made to reach for me yet.
"Oh honey, did I break that spirit of yours already?" Rumlow sneered moving to tower over me.
I saw the soldier's hands clench and unclench. Interesting.
I glared at the man in front of me and suddenly lurched forward spitting in his face. He growled and grabbed me by hair ripping from the bed forcing me to stand. I refused to yelp in pain.
"Soldier, do I need to repeat myself?"
The soldier's cold metal hand grasped my wrist with bruising force. I winced outwardly and inwardly.
My eyes fluttered as I woke from my dream. Or memory, maybe? My head ached dully and I couldn't see anything. I blinked trying to grow accustom to the dark. When the blinking wasn't working, my fuzzy mind realized it was because my face was laying in Bucky's chest. His bare chest.
My body and mind refused to let the onslaught of emotions take hold of me as I remembered the situation I was in. All I allowed myself to focus on was the delicious smell of the man holding me- it was something spicy, masculine, but subtle. I took a deep breath in and nuzzled my nose into his warm chest. I wish I could lie here forever and forget my power and forget all that had happened.
"Feeling better?" I felt his chest rumble as his voice floated over me.
Realizing I was projecting my contentment and attraction through our skin to skin contact, I tried to roll away. His hands grasped onto me harder, holding onto my hips, fingers dancing above the lacey seem of my underwear. Realizing my state of undress, I turned the color of a tomato and tried to move away again. I heard him chuckle and his metal hand moved to my chin drawing my gaze to his.
"Hey. It's okay. You don't have to be ashamed of your powers around me. Or your lack of clothes," he winked and I almost died then and there. I pushed against his chest pulling myself back some; he let me, gaze ever watching.
"I am supposed to be pissed at you, mister." I pointed out to both of us trying to be logical, instead of turned on by his presence.
"You have every right to be," He tried to catch my gaze again, but I knew that if I looked at his eyes, the perfect mix of a calm sea and a raging storm, that I'd be a goner. I shoved against his chest harder escaping the hands that I so desperately wanted to stay in. He let me move away from him completely and I sat, dangling my blistered feet over the edge of the bed, back facing him.
"I do. Have every right, that is…. I-I had a dream… I think it was a memory of when uh- when I was imprisoned." My voice trailed off and I tried to run my hand through my tangled hair.
"Did we play a game? Two truths and a lie?" He questioned his voice closer behind me. I turned and quirked a brow at him.
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"I had the same dream."
"What?" I turned more fully towards him, he was sitting up and his eyebrows were knitted together as he thought about his dream.
"Yeah, it was… weird. It was from your point of view…. As if I was you going through all that."
"I-um. I guess that since we.. our skin was touching as we slept, I must have transferred my dream to you. Do you remember that incident?"
"Bits and pieces. They- they zapped me pretty badly after you got out. Some things are foggy and some things are clear as day. I've been seeing a psychiatrist for a while now, some memories have been recovered, some haven't. But every time I touch you, I feel comforted. I remember how I felt as I got to know you. Back then, you were the only kind thing in my life. The only person who tried to see me as a human. My only friend since Steve. And now, now that I've gotten to know you more as a woman, I want to keep knowing you… but only if you want that. I know it's messed up that we didn't tell you about our history. I know that I don't deserve your forgiveness for being a monster and for causing you pain. If you say so, I'll never talk to you again," He had grabbed both my hands causing me to face him completely again, his eyes earnest and desperate, "But, god I hope you don't turn me away because you were the first step towards me being human again, and I can't get enough of you."
My mouth open and shut several times. That was the most Bucky had ever said to me in one sitting and boy was it a lot to process. But one thing was clear in my heart, I knew he meant what he said. He was sorry and he did care about me.
I lunged forward placing my lips against his, my arms wrapping around his sturdy neck. His lips were still at first, probably in shock. But suddenly, his lips moved against mine, heat pooled in my belly as he responded. He pulled me against him and my legs straddled his lap. Everything was on fire. He deepened the kiss. My fingers moved into his soft hair and I pulled. He groaned into the kiss, one hand moving to my neck and the other grasping onto my ass. This kiss was going to kill me.
His tongue fought mine for dominance and I willingly gave in. Out of sheer need and desire for the man I was sitting astride, I started grinding into him. He responded by ripping his lips from mine and placing them on my neck. I moaned loudly and would have been embarrassed if I had given a fuck at that moment. I could feel how turned on he was and I was addicted to the way he made me feel, but he needed to know we at some point needed to discuss things further.
"Bucky- mmm- I forgive you- holy hell- but I-I still have some- ahh fuck- questions," I tried to get words out but the things his mouth was doing to my neck and ear were simply sinful. He laughed against my neck and pulled away quirking a brow. My eyes connected with his and I stilled in his lap.
"That didn't mean stop," I stated as I brought our lips back together. He nibbled on my bottom lip and pulled away again. I groaned in disappointment. He chuckled again and ran his hands through my hair.
"Trust me, I don't want to stop. The things I want to do to you-" I rocked in his lap teasingly, hoping to encourage him. He groaned and grabbed my hips, stilling my movement. "But- but I don't want it to happen like this- in some nasty motel bed, when you're all scuffed up and hurting. Plus, you should process all of this first, make sure that you are sure."
I kissed him softly and pulled away, " but what if I don't want to process, what if I just want to have you."
"August McKay, I want to fuck you so bad, but you heard me- I want to make sure that you are sure. Now quit squirming in my lap and trying to get me to change my mind," I glared at him, feeling slightly rejected, but then he kissed my nose and gave my ass a gentle smack. I yelped and gave him a amused, but shocked look.
"Get up, let's get you clean and healthy. I'll go start the shower."
I slowly moved my body off of his and stood up. Taking stock of myself, Bucky was right, I was dirty, and scrapped up. I needed coffee, I needed pain meds, and I needed a shower desperately. I just wish he would get in the shower with me.