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To say I was sexually frustrated was an understatement. It was putting me on edge, literally and figuratively. Bucky wanted to take things slow- partly because he said he wanted to savor every moment and partly because a stupid drunken comment that I had made when he tucked me in after the pool party.
"Buckyyyyy, don't leave. I can be the little spoon or the big spoon- I don't discriminate," I begged tugging on his metal arm. He smiled and kissed my eyebrow.
"I don't trust you to keep your hands to yourself," he commented.
"But do you really want me to? Hiccup" I giggled and hiccupped again, then sitting up the oversized t-shirt sliding down my shoulder. He grinned wider and ruffled my hair.
"That's the problem. I want to completely ravish you. But you're drunk, doll. I want you to remember every second," His voice sounded gravely as he kissed the exposed skin of my shoulder.
I groaned and reached up to tug on his hair. Then I flopped back onto the bed in a huff, frustrated. I could feel my emotions changing within me. I tried not to take it personal; he wasn't rejecting me. The room was spinning more than I wanted to let on.
"So dramatic," he rolled his eyes and went to stand.
"Are you sure you even like me?" I quietly muttered as refused to look at him
"Are you serious?" He moved his hand towards me.
I slapped his hand away. Sitting up on my elbows so my head was off the bed, I drunkenly rambled,
"No don't touch me. What if all of this is my skin? What if you only feel this way because I want you to feel this way? How do you know you even like me? I could just be projecting all of this onto you-" His metal fingers tugged my chin towards him.
"Hey, look at me. I know what I feel. You aren't projecting- if anything you're highlighting what I feel. I more than like you, okay? Plus, if this was all you, we would be having sex right now because that is what you are feeling."
He was gently scratching my scalp and looking at me with his deep eyes. I sighed.
"I just want to make sure." I said in a small voice.
"I am going to make sure you know that I am sure. I want you. I want you enough to wait. Now get some sleep little girl."
Now Bucky had taken it upon himself to prove to me his feelings were his own. This meant caresses and kisses above my clothes. Less skin to skin contact. Although, I knew deep down that my drunken confession was something I was secretly concerned about, it didn't change the fact that my body was trying to override my brain.
"Hey, you going to stare at the same page all day?" Steve quipped.
I looked down at the book in my hands and then back at Steve. He smirked and I knew I had been caught.
"I'm a little distracted," I commented.
"Want to talk about it?"
"Trust me, you don't want me to talk to you about it."
"Is it about Buck?" he moved to sit across from me and took the book from my hands.
"What do you think?" I rolled my eyes. He chuckled flipping through the pages.
Changing the subject he asked, "So what movie are we watching tonight?"
I blinked at him confused," Huh?"
"Bucky said we were having a movie night… right?"
"Yeah… yeah, but I thought-" I suddenly realized something and stopped in the middle of my sentence becoming incoherent. I slammed my palms down on the table and stood.
"Oh. My. God. Shut the front door!" I exclaimed. Steve looked downright confused and stood as well looking around for a threat.
"You! He! I cannot believe! Ugh!" I sputtered out as I paced back and forth. Steve continued to look at me as if I was crazy.
"Gus, what's going on?" He questioned causing me to turn.
"You! You are a cock block Steve Rogers! Fucking Bucky!" I shoved my finger into his chest to emphasize my point. Steve's mouth dropped open, then closed, then opened again.
"I'm not doing anything with Bucky- I'm not doing anything with anyone's coc-"
"No you walking fossil! I am not saying that you're fucking Bucky… oh my god that surprisingly turns me on- I mean- uhhhh- I am trying to say that Bucky invited you to the movie night to keep me and Bucky from getting too hot and heavy. Thus you are a cock block!"
Steve was a lovely shade of red and his face changed expressions multiple times throughout my little speech.
"You think… you are turned on by the idea of Bucky and me?" He questioned in a high pitched tight voice.
I couldn't help it. I bust out laughing, bending over at the waist. Tears came to my eyes and I tried to control myself.
"That's all you got from what I said?" I questioned between laughs.
Steve was even redder, scratching the back of his head looking bashful.
"Too much fun is being had without me! I demand to know what is so funny?" Tony's voice came sauntering into the room. My side was hurting so much from laughing.
Steve opened his mouth again and again trying to formulate some kind of response. Tony placed his hands on his hips waiting.
Pulling myself together I answered, "Just talking about how hot it would be if Rogers and the Winter Solider hooked up."
Not missing a beat Tony said, "They aren't screwing each other?"
Laughing again, I tried to sit down, but missed the edge of my chair causing me to immediately fall on my ass. This klutzy move caused Tony to burst out laughing and sweet Steve tried to see if I was okay. I shoed him away and kept laughing.
"Okay, okay, enough picking on me. Bucky and I are just friends. And I didn't know I was being used as a… cock block, Gus, you've got to believe me."
"What? Steve Rogers, the symbol of freedom, patriotism, and America is being used as a cock block?" Tony asked in a mockingly shocked voice. My giggle fit continued as a laid on the floor.
"What's going on in here? And why is August on the floor?" came Bucky's voice from the door way. I stopped laughing and rolled over onto my stomach. I pulled my skirt down to make sure I wasn't flashing anyone and then propped my chin on my palm trying to look innocent.
"Nothing, nada, not a thing is going on," I declared biting on my lip to keep my smile under wraps.
"Now August, I know you've been taught better than to lie- We must reveal the truth to our darling Winter Solider. The truth is-" Tony was cut off by Steve shoving him.
"The truth is we are excited for movie night," Steve countered glaring at Tony.
Tony shoved Steve back, "We were talking about fucking, actually."
I saw Bucky's eye brows rise, but other than that he kept a blank face. I giggled again, unable to help myself.
Steve face palmed and groaned.
"Who's fucking?" Bucky questioned. Not us I thought annoyed blowing a strand of hair out of my face.
"Oh you know, on those cold nights back in the military, I'm sure it started out as just comforting each other-"
"Shut up Tony," Steve whacked Tony again. Bucky observed everyone trying to discern the situation. Tony moved away from Steve hands held up in surrender.
"Hey, no judgment man. You and Bucky can do what you want. Peace and love for all," Tony started to run as I started soundlessly laughing. Bucky grinned realizing what was going on. I waited to see how he would respond.
"You told them, Stevie?" He questioned. My mouth dropped and Tony froze. Steve looking flabbergasted, muttered a loud huh. Bucky threw me a wink and my grin grew widely on my face.
"Come on Steve, that night meant so much to me, no reason to be ashamed." Bucky blew Steve a kiss while he donned a shit-eating grin on his face clearly loving the opportunity to pick on Steve.
"What?! No, I mean..ugh I hate y'all." Steve sat resigned realizing that he wasn't going to win with all of us teamed- up on him.
Bucky stomped over to me, grabbed by the hips and lifted me up into his arms.
"I'll give you something to laugh about." He began to tickle me and I yelped and shifted.
"Stop! Ah! HAHAHA. No, put me down!" I beat on his chest trying to get him to stop.
He readjusted his grip and threw me over his shoulder causing my skirt to fly up.
"JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES! PUT ME DOWN! I'M FLASHING EVERYONE!" I screeched.
"It's nothing they haven't seen before, doll." He smacked my ass and kept walking.
"Is that spiderman? Oh I gotta tell Peter, he is already smitten with Gus. He'll die on the spot when he finds out that she wears underwear with his symbol on them!"
I was cocooned up in so many blankets and limbs. I was warm and cozy and had zero complaints except for one- my left foot was uncovered, cold, and vulnerable to attack. Attack from the boogie monster or Steve Rogers.
I tried to ignore my poor foot and pay attention to the movie, but Steve kept brushing his fingers against the sole of my foot making me twitch and squirm. I glared at him and huffed.
Bucky's grip on me tightened and he grumbled, "Quit squirming."
"It's Steve's fault," I whined like a baby kicking at him.
"Hey no kicking!" Bucky commanded and I glared up at him. I could hear Steve chuckle under his breath and I realized this was his pay back for earlier.
"Steve, just move the blanket over my foot, please? It's so cold."
"The blankets don't reach that far. They are all wrapped around you." He flicked my big toe smiling at me.
"That's it! This is war." And with that I unleashed my secret weapon. I titled my foot so that my toes were laying on the fleshy part of Steve's thigh and twisted my toes.
"Ouch! Did you just pinch me? With your toes?" He asked aghast. I snickered and reached again. He swatted my foot away from his sensitive skin.
"Can y'all not? I am actually trying to watch this movie." Bucky grumbled moving his hands into my hair and tugging.
"You invited him," I stated and then mumbled, "Cock-block."
Bucky looked down at me in bewilderment. He must've heard me. I shrugged and readjusted. I finally settled myself with my left foot under Steve's leg, now warm and cozy and my back and head propped against Bucky's chest.
Bucky played with my hair and scratched my scalp while we continued to watch. Steve held my blanket covered right foot in his hand and I sunk into warm bliss.
This was the life. Fuzzy blankets, a good movie, a huge sectional, and two smoking hot bodies to cuddle with. Thankfulness and happiness sunk into my very bones and sleep overcame me.
When I woke up, the other two were sleeping. Steve had shifted so he was lying down with his head by my feet and his feet by my head. Bucky was tucked more securely under me with my head tucked under his chin, one hand above my right breast and the other on wrapped around my waist.
A small smile came onto my face and ran my fingers over Bucky's arm, humming quietly and contently. I looked at Bucky's handsome face and realized his eyes were open and watching me.
"Did you like the movie? It's really good, I've seen it so many times." I whispered up at him. He nuzzled his face on my neck, making a shiver roll up my spine.
"It was good. I could watch Mulan again." I snickered, thinking how cute it was that he was utterly transfixed by the movie. He kissed that special spot beneath my ear and I gasped.
Steve shifted and Bucky and I immediately looked at him to see if he was awake. He did not wake up and I reached back to latch onto Bucky's hair.
We stared into each other's eyes and he looked down on me clearly thinking about something.
He kissed me on the top of the head and readjusted his hold on me. My eyes became heavy and I practically purred in happiness and warmth. I began to drift off when I heard a quiet, but firm,
"I love you."