So, this is probably the only update I'm going to get done since I have a very rough day ahead of me.

DarylDixon'sLover: And they will...eventually.

hateme101: Yeah, that she does.

NadzKers12: Aww thanks! I'm glad you liked them! There's more coming your way...

BookGeek98: Yes, so much fluff! I'm losing my evil touch!

XDancingTillFlamesX: Thanks hon! And Bucky's going to be her guiding light. Not that she'll really need one...

Tiphanie: I mean, could you blame her? If I had that in front of me, I probably couldn't keep my hands off him either. They're together, for now.

Hails: No cliffhanger this time. I lost my touch.

TalkNerdyToMe91: Right! Marvel had ruined my standards for men.

DoctorWho9: Lots and lots and lots of fluff!

Crystal-Wolf-Guardian-967: Aww I'm glad!

The Evanescent Author: We will see. We will see...

Enjoy!

The weeks went on. I went back to work, and James went back to doing whatever it was he did. Probably stalking me, and following me everywhere I went. It was nice, though, having some time apart after all the time we'd spent together. But when we were together, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. It was like a dam had been broken, and now we couldn't get enough. We had sex almost every night. Sometimes multiple times a night. And sometimes in the morning. I'd gotten back on birth control, not wanting a scare. And James had voiced his thoughts that there was a chance HYDRA had sterilized him. But I wasn't going to take that chance if they hadn't.

I had gone to the store on my way home from work. I wanted to make a nice dinner for us tonight, to celebrate our almost year of freedom. I wasn't exactly sure on the dates, but that didn't matter. We hadn't had a run in with HYDRA in a year. We'd managed to stay safe, well...mostly safe, and hidden away. I was lost in thought as I climbed the one hundred and fifty stairs to our apartment. Actually, it was probably more than that, but who was counting?

So when I was grabbed on the landing of the stairs on some random floor, I nearly peed myself. I was terrified, thinking our year was over before we could even celebrate it. I was screwed. Or at least I thought I was. I mean, what kind of boyfriend just jumps out and grabs their girlfriend when they're least expecting it? Oh yeah, the wanted-ex-assassin kind.

I hit the ground hard, thankful I had been holding my backpack in my hands, and it had just thumped down a foot away. I stared up at James, his face set, eyes focused on me.

"What are you doing?" I asked, staring from his face, to the hand on my chest.

"You were distracted. If I were HYDRA, you'd be dead."

"Yeah, I figured that much." I said, letting him help me up.

"You need to learn to defend yourself. I can't have you getting hurt from something that could have been avoided."

"So what? You're going to train me to defend myself?"
"Exactly."

I had lost count of how many times my back had hit the ground. In the couple hours we'd been at it, I had maybe landed once decent punch. Granted, it was nothing to him. He barely flinched. When my back hit the ground for a fiftieth time, I stayed down, laying there like a beached whale, trying to breathe.

"Get up." James demanded.

"Wait...I gotta...I gotta breathe..."

James sighed, straddling my hips so he was leaning over me. He gripped my chin in his flesh hand, his metal hand holding him up. "When you're fighting, your opponent isn't going to stop and let you breathe. They'll use your weakness against you, and your dead." He leaned down closer to my face, the ends of his hair tickling my cheeks. "And I don't want to see that happen." He whispered, looking into my eyes.

I leaned up, pressing a kiss to his lips. He kissed me back, sliding his hand under my head. I used his distraction to flip him over so I was sitting on his chest. I grabbed the discarded gun, pressing it to his temple.

"Like that?" I breathed, my lips hovering over his.

He grabbed my wrist, bending it behind my back as he sat up, my body sliding into his lap. "Maybe you're not hopeless after all." He said, nipping at my throat.

The gun dropped from my hand as he stood up, walking until my back hit the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist, holding him to me as he kissed my neck, sucking marks into my skin. My hands tangled in his hair, tugging at the strands, making him groan. His metal hand cupped my ass, supporting me as his flesh hand worked its way under my shirt, cupping my breast through my bra. My hips rolled against his, pressing my body closer to his as he worked on unbuttoning my jeans. I dropped to the floor, shoving them down my legs before kicking them off. I hooked my leg around his, pushing him to the floor. He grunted as his back made contact with the hardwood.

"Now you take what I said seriously?" He asked as I straddled his waist.

I just grinned at him, biting my lip as my hips rocked against his. His head fell back against the floor, his chest heaving. I ran my hands up and down his shirt clad chest as I continued rubbing my center against his jean clad one. I was soaking wet by the time he grabbed my hips, stilling me.

"Keep that up, we won't get to the good part." He said, his voice low and rough.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, staring into his eyes. He shifted under me, reaching down to undo his jeans. I sat up, helping him push them down around his knees, before his briefs followed. I pumped him a couple times before lining him up and sinking down onto him. We both groaned at the feeling, my walls stretching around him. I stilled, completely seated on his hips, staring down into his eyes. I grabbed his hands, placing them on my hips as I began to move, rocking my hips slowly. Both of us were breathing hard, and there was almost no blue left in his eyes, his pupils blown wide.

My hands moved to his abs, holding myself up as I began to move, lifting and lowering myself. I could feel the muscles contracting as he breathed, his biceps bulging under his shirt as he gripped my hips, moving me up and down on his length. Granted one of them was metal and always looked like that, but there was no denying the raw power he held without the cybernetic appendage. But he could be gentle. I'd seen it.

He gripped my hips tighter, shifting under me so he could thrust up into me, hitting that one spot that always did it for me, over and over again.

"Fuck." I whined, grabbing fistfulls of his shirt. "Fuck, James, don't stop!"

My head fell back, a cry leaving my lips as his fingers found my clit. I could feel it start to build, heat pooling inside me. He pulled me forward, his metal hand cupping my face as his flesh arm wrapped around my hips. My mouth fell open in a moan as he hit a new angle inside me, my walls fluttering around him as I came. His metal thumb traced my bottom lip as his hips stuttered, his pace growing sloppy as he grew close to the edge. He thrust a couple more times before stilling, spilling into me.

I laid my head on his chest, listening to his pounding heart as we came down from our highs. We were both sweaty and sticky, but neither of us really cared. I leaned up, pressing a kiss to his lips, his hands running up and down my back.

"I'm going to make us dinner tonight." I said, shifting my hips so he pulled out of me. "But I think I need a shower first."

"Me too." He kissed me a second time. "Want to conserve water?"

I laughed, hitting his chest before standing, pulling my jeans back on. He did the same, grabbing our training equipment before following me out of the abandoned room.

"Am I really hopeless?" I asked as we started up the stairs.

"No." He said, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "No, you're not. You just need practice. Lots of it."