BATHE IN THE FEELS AND THE SIN!
DoctorWho9: Jolivia is kinda cute...but I hadn't really thought of a ship name until now.
crazehfreakbesasseh: Please breathe! Breathing is necessary!
SilverShadowWolf46: I'm glad you like it, hon! And don't worry. You'll find out if he says it in this chapter.
chibichibi98: I love protective!Bucky period!
TalkNerdyToMe91: Thanks hon! And here it is! The much anticipated next chapter!
Guest: Hmm...I'll have to play around with it a little.
Brittney-xx: You're probably going to squeal again...
xHowlx: Yes, it was about time she said it! And you'll find out what happens here.
x XRoweenaJAugustineX x: Yeah, they really love each other.
whoopsitsmeg: Aww thanks hon! It sounds kind of weird, but practicing does help. The more you write, the better you get. Some of the first fanfics I ever posted were horrid. At the time I thought they were good, but now that I look back I cringe a little. I read a lot too, a lot of classic literature, so that helps as well. But just sitting down and writing helps. Who knows, you're probably better than you think you are!
Azure83: Aww thanks! I had to throw a little AoU in there. I mean, Bucky had to have seen that when it happened. But we're getting closer to Civil War now!
Tiphanie: Aww thanks! I mean, I tried to make it kinda funny. Olivia protected herself, so James would tell her good job for it. Even if he took a nut-shot. Don't worry, James' POV is coming. A lot's going to happen between now and then.
BookGeek98: Aww thanks!
DarylDixon'sLover: Yes, it has been said! Now James just needs to say it, and everything will be okay. Or will it?
Carlypso: Thanks hon!
XDancingTillFlamesX: Thanks hon! Yes, she said it! The special 'L' word! It's about time!
Crystal-Wolf-Guardian-967: Aww, I'm glad! Here you go, hon! Here's more!
Enjoy!
James was frozen. Her words echoed in his head as she stared at him. He had been so sure she was betraying him. He had been ready to enact his escape plan when she told him those three words. The way she'd hesitated had his blood pumping, heart racing, ready to jump away and run for it. The thought of leaving her was physically painful, but if she had betrayed him after all this time...after everything they went through...he still wasn't entirely sure he could do it. But when she had finally told him...he didn't know what to do. It had shocked him, not expecting that to be her confession. He'd been so ready, so deep in the fighting mindset...to say those four words took him by surprise was an understatement.
Did he love her?
That was a stupid question. Of course he did. He'd loved her for a while now. Before he even knew what to call it. Could he tell her though? Could he make the words come out? He had wanted to tell her. So many times when they'd laid together, in post-orgasm bliss. He'd wanted to tell her. When she was glowing in his arms, a blissful smile on her face because of the way he'd made her feel. He had wanted to say it, but he couldn't drag it from his lips. He couldn't form the words. So he'd chickened, and told himself next time. He'd told himself next time so many times. Too many times.
He leaned forward, cupping her face in his hand and pulled her lips to his. He kissed her with more passion and love than he ever had before, and she melted against him. He tugged her so she was straddling his lap, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as her fingers tangled in his hair. He lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the bed. He laid her out on the mattress, staring down at her, her hair fanned out on the pillow, lips parted as her chest heaved. He pressed his body against hers, molding them together as he kissed her again. She fit against him like a puzzle piece. She was all soft, delicate curves, and he was harsh, rough angles. They were such opposites, but yet, they were perfect.
His lips moved to her neck, sucking marks on her skin as his hands slipped under her shirt. The contrast between the cold metal, and the warm flesh had her gasping, arching against him. He sucked a mark on her neck as his hands slipped under her bra, kneading the flesh gently. She whined as he pulled away to remove her shirt and bra. He shushed her, leaning forward to take a nipple in his mouth. Her back arched as he worked the sensitive bud, swirling his tongue around it, before taking it between his teeth. A breathy moan left her as he tugged on her nipple before releasing it, moving to her other breast to give it the same attention. Her hands tugged at his shirt, so he pulled away to let her tug it over his head.
He held her gaze as he kissed his way down her stomach, pausing to dip his tongue in her belly button, before moving lower. He held her hips down as he sucked a mark on the skin above her jeans. She was his. He didn't need to mark her to solidify that. He'd made her feel more than any man had before. He'd made her feel good. And that's all that mattered.
He tugged her jeans off, as well as her underwear, before parting her legs. She was soaking wet already, biting her lip as she watched him kiss his way up her thigh. He nipped at her inner thigh, before tossing her legs over his shoulders. Her hand tangled in his hair as he licked a stripe up her slit. He could hear the shift in her breathing as he teased her bundle of nerves with his tongue, his mouth moving to taste her opening, before moving back up. She moaned as he gathered some of her wetness on his metal fingers, taking her hand in his flesh hand before slipping two metal fingers inside her.
He could feel her, hot around him, her walls clamping down around the metal digits. He hadn't touched her with his metal hand before, too scared to hurt her. But by the way she was squirming and moaning, he knew he'd made a good decision.
He continued his ministrations, bringing her to the edge, then backing off, wanting to drag it out as long as possible. He wanted to watch her beautiful face as she came undone, watch her shake as the pleasure rolled through her. And he wasn't disappointed. Her back arched beautifully, lifting off the mattress as she spasmed around his fingers. He felt his length twitch in his jeans at the sight, his name nothing more than a cry from her lips. He smirked, working her through her orgasm before he pulled his fingers from her folds.
He crawled back up her body, her hand taking his metal wrist before lifting his fingers into her mouth. He felt the heat of her tongue against them as she licked them clean. He twitched again, rutting his hips against hers. She whined a little, her hips grinding against his, trying to get some friction. He pulled his fingers from her lips, pressing a kiss to them before he stood, stripping out of his jeans. He stared down at her as he ran his hand down his length. She was spread out on the mattress, her folds slick again as she stared at him with hooded eyes. He kneeled back on the bed, covering her body with his.
He eased himself into her, taking his time to let her adjust. He kissed her jaw, nipping at the delicate skin of her neck until he was fully seated in her. He paused for a moment, resting his forehead against hers, staring down into her eyes before he started moving. Inch by inch he pulled out of her, before pushing back in. He wanted her to feel him. This was about her. He wanted to show her he loved her. They weren't just fucking like they usually did. A quickie in the morning before she left for work, then another after dinner before bed. He wanted this to be special. He wanted her to remember this.
He gradually picked up speed, this thrusts deep as he held her, his hips moving against hers. Her nails dug into his shoulder, but he didn't care. He barely felt it as he stared into her eyes. He saw something flash behind them, before she was stopping him.
"Wait." She breathed, her hand on his back stilling him.
He leaned up on his hands and knees, scared he'd hurt her. She sat up slightly, causing him to slip from her as she turned, laying on her stomach under him. He remembered the last time they'd been in this position. In the couple months they'd been sleeping together, she had never turned her back to him. He hadn't suggested it, knowing her memories of that position. He stared down at her back, the curve of her spine. He could see her shoulder blades sticking out as she gripped the sleeping bag under her. He hadn't payed attention to things like that the first time. He hadn't paid attention to much of anything the first time. He was being controlled. He hadn't cared that it was a person under him. He hadn't cared that she was a virgin. He hadn't cared that he'd hurt her in so many ways. But now...now the guilt washed over him.
She must have sensed his hesitation. She reached back, gripping his length before guiding him back into her. He lowered himself to his elbows over her, her hands coming around to grip his biceps. He started moving again, slowly, hesitantly. He brushed her hair over one shoulder, pressing his lips to exposed skin.
He heard her breathy moans as he sped up, hitting that spot deep inside her with every movement. Her hands tightened on his biceps, her head falling back as he sped up even more, his hips hitting her ass with every thrust. His name was like a prayer on her lips, her back arching as her walls squeezed him tightly. He could feel his own release nearing, his breath fanning over her back as he grunted into her shoulder. He lightly bit the skin as she came, her walls fluttering around him. She was still gripping his biceps, her head falling forward as he continued thrusting, not taking long to reach his release as well.
He rolled off her, laying beside her as they both caught their breath. He looked over to her, where she was shaking slightly from her orgasm. He turned on his side, running the fingers of his flesh hand down her spine. He saw the way her back arched slightly, hips pressing into the mattress. He pressed a kiss in between her shoulder blades, slipping his arm under her stomach to roll her on her side. He tucked himself against her back, folding his knees behind hers. His metal arm slipped under her neck, his flesh arm pulling her closer around her waist. She felt so small in his arms. Sure, they'd spooned before. They'd done it plenty of times. But this time...it felt different.
This was more intimate. He was curled around her protectively, ready to shield her from the world. She was his first priority. Her safety, her comfort. He would fight Steve again, if he tried to take her from him. She was his world. She had helped him in ways he hadn't realized. He didn't know what he'd do if he lost her.
He almost didn't want Steve to find him. He couldn't guarantee Steve would take both of them. And the idea of leaving her alone, even here, terrified him. It made him sick to his stomach. He held her tighter, never wanting to let her go.
He was sure she'd fallen asleep, her breathing even as they laid there, unaware of the world around them. He understood it now, what love was. What it felt like. What it meant. He was in love with Olivia. Deeply, madly in love with her. He could spend the rest of his life, laying there, protecting her. Keeping her safe.
He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. "I love you, too."