A/N: Hi... it's me... still here... still sorry...
I'm hoping to make amends by giving you guys this little bonus chapter on the wild night that lead up to Bucky and Jade meeting and the one night stand. It's nice and long and of course has smut cause I have no shame apparently.
Please accept this chapter and forgive me for how I ended the story lol
The club was loud.
Too damn loud.
And there were people everywhere.
I was suddenly questioning why I had decided to come out again. It was probably to get away from Steve and his hovering, Stark's generally annoying face, and to just escape the damn compound that was beginning to feel like a damn prison. I never hung out with Thor. I could count on one hand how many times we'd interacted outside of a mission, but for some reason when he had asked who wanted to join him I had raised my hand while everyone else avoided his gaze. There had been multiple blinks of surprise, a few arched eyebrows, and Steve had said 'really Buck?', which had only made me want to go all the more.
And here I stood, leaning against the bar, on my 7th beer, which was having zero effect, and wishing like hell I was back in my room reading. Thor, on the other hand, was having a great time, wearing that huge and too wide smile, surrounded by women and completely oblivious to the fact that I was not having a good time.
After he had gotten us into the club for free on just his name alone, he was swarmed almost immediately, nearly forgetting my presence as I made a beeline for the bar and he stopped to take photos and sign autographs and be that giant enthusiastically happy god that the people had come to know and crowd had dispersed some, but there was still three ladies that were glued to his side, listening to him regal them with tails of his home realm and his brother. They were hanging on his every word.
Christ, I wish I could get drunk, I thought bitterly taking the last swig of my beer before motioning for another from the bartender. Perhaps if I drank fast enough my body wouldn't be able to process it quick enough and I could at least get a buzz.
I got my eighth beer and took a long drink, turning around and leaning my back against the bar to do some people watching when Thor approached, the girls on his tail.
"Ah, Sergeant Barnes, my friend," he called loudly over the music. I arched an eyebrow at him. Friend? He could use that term very loosely. "Are you well? Need another drink, perhaps? These are my new friends," he motioned to the women standing not too far behind him. "Norns, I can't for the life of me remember their names," he shrugged chucking to himself. I didn't care anyway. "I have offered to buy them drinks. Can I get you another?"
"Do you even have money?" I asked.
Thor shrugged again. "I never have to pay for anything. So I suppose I am not really buying them drinks then…" he laughed.
Of course he doesn't pay for anything. I rolled my eyes. "Alcohol doesn't have any effect on me. I am basically drinking it for the taste," I held up the beer. But that wasn't going to stop me from drinking for even a little bit.
Thor frowned. "No effect, eh? Perhaps something stronger then?" He reached into his coat pocket and withdrew a circular flask. He seemed hesitant to offer it to me. "This is brewed for Gods though and may be too much for a mere mortal man."
I scoffed. "I am no mere mortal man. I am a super soldier. I can handle some Asgardian alcohol. Give me that thing."
I snatched it from his hands and twisted off the top. "Sergeant Barnes, I must warn you the side effects for mortals can be quite intense-."
"Yeah, yeah," I said taking a drink.
It was like drinking hot sauce. I managed one swallow before I was coughing and sputtering. "Jesus Christ...what the hell is in this…" I managed between coughs.
Thor's large hand clapped me on the shoulder. "Ah so many wonderful things from my home realm," he sighed and I admittedly was momentarily frightened about what I had just drank. "Worry not my friend. You'll be feeling most happy in moments. The good thing about Asgardian brew is that it only gives you a warm fuzzy feeling, doesn't leave you too drunk… but tomorrow you'll wake up with the worst hangover of your life and probably not remember a thing about tonight."
Great, just what I need.
It felt like my stomach was on fire, but I dared another swig of it. If it could possibly make me drunk and allow me to forget my life even for a few moments I would deal with it. Besides my accelerated healing thanks to the supers serum would deal with any hangover. Coughing and sputtering it down, I put the lid back on the flask and washed the taste from my mouth with another drink of beer. Thor smiled proudly at me.
"I am impressed Sergeant Barnes," he gave my shoulder a squeeze. "You drink like a true Asgardian."
"Bucky. You can call me 'Bucky', Thor," we may have not been actual friends, but the Sergeant Barnes stuff was getting old.
A slim hand touched Thor's arm. It was one of the girls, demanding his attention which Thor happily and obliviously obliged, leaving me alone again. Something I was thankful for. He had left the flask and I was about to test just how much Asgardian alcohol a super soldier could drink before passing out.
Something bumped into my back and I felt the cold splash of a beverage saturate my shirt. My teeth clenched in irritation, my eyes rolling, turning to see just who the hell had made the mistake of bumping into me.
"Hey, watch it-."
The words died in my throat at the sight of the woman standing before me. Her bright brown eyes met mine nervously, an apologetic smile on her stunningly beautiful face. My heart skipped a beat, my eyes traveling the length of her body, taking in her honeyed skin, her curves, the dark mane of curls around her head. The irritation drained from me and was replaced with a feeling of warmth. I swallowed, my throat felt dry.
"I...I...god, I am so sorry. This guy bumped into me, the asshole didnt even stop or say sorry, and I tripped over these stupid heels," she motioned down to the black strappy heels on her feet. "And I almost fell and my drink…" she held up her now empty cup. "I am so sorry. I will pay for your shirt to be dry cleaned."
"I-It's fine," did I just stutter? I cleared my throat and tried again. "It's fine. Who bumped into you?"
She blinked in surprise at my question, her face scrunching in confusion. It was adorable. "Um…" she looked over her shoulder, eyes scanning the room a little until she noticed the culprit, standing nearby. "There he is."
To my surprise she marched the few steps it took to reach the man and tapped him on the shoulder, which caused the man to turn and look at her.
"Excuse me, you just bumped into me and made me spill my drink all over this poor guy," she pointed at me without even looking at me. I wasn't sure what she was hoping to gain from the guy, but whatever it was I knew she wouldn't get it. He looked down at her irritably.
"Sounds like a personal problem," he shrugged.
Her face fell and she huffed. "Wow, you're a real asshole."
I felt a smile touch my lips. I liked her already.
The guy on the other hand did not look pleased. "What did you call me?"
He stepped toward her in a manner that I deemed threatening and had my fists clenching. "Hey!" I yelled, moving to stand next to her. "You bumped into the lady and spilled her drink, the least you could do is apologize. And if you can't do that, realize you're an asshole, just like she said, and walk away."
Tough guy turned to me, his eyes widening a bit, sweeping me from head to toe, sizing me up. I was at least two inches taller than him and far more muscular, not to mention I knew about ten different ways to kill him in about ten seconds and my metal arm could crush his windpipe with barely any effort, not that he knew that. But I knew I looked pretty intimidating, Steve was always telling me to 'look more friendly'.
"Sorry," he grumbled. He turned and walked away before I could tell him to make it sound like he meant it, which I was partially thankful for. If I got into a fight Steve would lose his shit and feel the need to chaperone all my outings.
The woman turned back to me, looking mildly surprised and relieved. "Thanks, that guy was a real piece of work. Again, I am sorry and I will pay for the shirt-."
"Don't worry about it, Doll," I sighed, cutting her off. Her cheeks reddened at the nickname. "It happens."
"Well, please can I… let me buy you a drink?" She asked hesitantly.
It was my turn to blink at her in surprise, my face falling. "Uh…" It'd been a long time since I had done this. And while I had once been quite the ladies man, charming and if I dared to say 'dashing', that Bucky was long gone.
"I'm sorry. Of course you don't want me to buy you a drink. I ruined your night and your shirt and I'm sure a good looking guy like you has a girlfriend-," she broke off, turning redder and shaking her head. "I'm sorry again-." She turned to go.
"Wait!" I said loudly, a little too loudly, stopping her. She turned back to me with an expectant look. I cleared my throat again. I could do this. Steve was always telling me to put myself out there. "No, you didn't ruin my night and no, I don't have a girlfriend. I would...I would love it if you bought me a drink."
She smiled. "Okay…"
She lead the way back to the bar and I followed, the bartender taking our orders, another beer for me and a martini for her. We wanted for our drinks in awkward silence, smiling timidly and avoiding each other's gaze. Our drinks were set on the bar and she sipped her martini, finally finding her voice again.
"I'm Jade." She extended a small hand.
"Bucky," I answered taking it. Her skin was warm and smooth and soft, tingles erupted across my palm.
She made a disapproving face, just for the briefest of seconds. "Bucky huh? Is that a nickname?"
"Yeah, my real name is James."
"I like James better than Bucky."
"Oh do you?" I smirked.
"It's way more rugged and sophisticated than 'Bucky'," she replied taking another sip of her martini and looking up at me through her lashes.
I huffed a laugh. "I seem like a rugged and sophisticated guy to you?"
She tilted her head, giving me a good appraisal. I'm almost embarrassed at the heat I felt under her gaze, the accompanying throb I felt in my dick didn't help.
"Sure," she answered finally, a little bashfully. "Rugged for sure. Sophisticated? We'll have to see." She blushed crimson at her own words, looking down at her martini that she was spinning slowly.
She's flirting with me. It dawned on me suddenly when it should have been blatantly obvious. Jesus I'm that rusty. And with the realization came a new sense of nervousness. Okay Bucky, you got this. You used to be suave. You used to pull girls with just a smile. You can do this.
He was sex on legs. That's what Iris would call him for sure. And if she had spotted him first she would have been all over him in an instant. Neck length dark hair. Stunning blue eyes. Ruggedly good looks. Square stubble lined jaw. A red henley that showed the broad expanse of his shoulders and muscular chest, and a pretty nice ass that his jeans clung to like they'd been made just for him, to go along with it.
Point being: The man was fine.
And I was not equipped to handle this situation as a 27 year old woman, who had just recently been cheated on and dumped by the man I had been with for the past 5 years and thought I was going to be spending the rest of my life with. I hadn't wanted to go out, but Iris had insisted of course. She had said she was tired of me spending all my time working and moping and that I needed to get back out there. She had been annoyingly right and persistent, which is how I found myself out with her when I'd much rather be at home in my pajamas, watching Netflix, eating ice cream and having random bouts of crying.
I had only offered to buy him a drink because I had spilled my drink on him and he had saved me from the asshole bumper who I confronted; it was not because he was fine as hell and made my heart race a little. I didn't feel ready for a relationship or casual sex in the slightest...well maybe the casual sex...but nothing more than that.
Or so I told myself.
In the midst of our talking, all of which I was doing, because I was tipsy and nervous, he put his hands on the bar and I noticed one was definitely shiny and not flesh at all. "Holy cow you have a metal hand?" I blurted in disbelief, instantly regretting it when I saw his features drop and a redness touch his cheeks. "T-That's so cool," I added hurriedly, hoping that would lessen his embarrassment. It really was pretty cool.
He blinked, gaping at me for a few seconds before he recovered and a smile spread across his face. "Yeah, I uh, I have a whole metal arm actually," he pulled up the sleeve of his Henley to his elbow revealing his metal forearm.
"Wow...I...that's awesome," I said eyeing the metal limb as he held up his hand and wiggled his fingers a bit. "Can...Can I touch it?"
He blinked again, hesitating before nodding once and holding his hand out to me. I tentatively took hold of it, noticing the way he tensed when my hands smoothed over the metal. The metal limb must not have been touched often.
"Can you feel anything?"
"Mainly just pressure," he answered with a shrug.
"Oh…either way that's pretty cool," I circled his palm once more before withdrawing my hand. I briefly thought to ask him how he lost it, but thought better of it.
He closed his hand into a fist and put it back on the bar, the smile still on his face. "So you here alone?"
"Oh, no, of course not, I'm with my best friend, Iris, but she's a bit preoccupied with her… friend."
I looked across the club, pointing to Iris and Brandon sitting on one of the fancy backless couches, mouths firmly attached to each other in a heavy make out. It was why I was at the bar instead of sitting with them in the first place, being the third wheel to an overly affectionate couple was never that much fun. They hadn't bothered to stop kissing when I had excused myself to go get the third drink that I really didn't need.
Bucky's eyebrows went up when he noticed who I was pointing at. "Oh. They're...definitely in love."
I huffed. "Yeah. More like in lust. I didn't want to sit and watch their live porn."
He frowned in confusion. "Live porn?"
I laughed softly. "Yeah...porn...you know…"
He remained silent. One curious eyebrow arched.
I gaped at him. "You don't know what porn is?"
He shrugged.
"How the hell do you not know what porn is?" I laughed. "How old are you?"
He shifted uncomfortably. "Well-."
"Sergeant Barnes! Making friends are we?"
I jumped at the booming voice, turning to find none other than the Mighty Thor himself approaching behind me. He was grinning, wide and large, coming to stand at Bucky's side and clapping him on the shoulder. Bucky's eyes rolled and he looked thoroughly irritated. I, on the other hand, felt star struck. A freaking Avenger, a god at that, stood before my very eyes and he seemed to be friends with the hot stranger.
"And who is this?" Thor questioned looking between me and Bucky and back.
"This is Jade," Bucky answered, sounding less than enthused. "Jade, Thor, Thor, Jade."
Thor extended a large hand and I offered mine, he took it and brought it up to his lips, watching me as he pressed a kiss to it. I felt myself blushing. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Bucky frown.
"Lady Jade, how nice to meet you, and can I just say you look exquisite," he complimented.
I'm certain my blush increased and Bucky's frown deepened. I looked down at my black pencil skirt and my burgundy v-neck blouse that accompanied it, I hadn't thought I looked that great, but who I was I to argue with a god?
"Thank you, Thor, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm a big fan," I answered, pulling my hand away from him.
"Are you? Well, if you think I am mighty, then you will love my good friend Sergeant Barnes," he said clapping the man on the shoulder again and giving him a little shake. Bucky's frown turned to a scowl with a matching glare. I smirked in amusement. "It is so good to see him out and talking to such nice and beautiful midgardians."
Bucky bristled and straightened his tense shoulders. "Thor, didn't you have some other friends you were entertaining?" He asked through clenched teeth.
Thor turned a confused expression on Bucky, shaking his head. "You are the only friend accompanying me this evening Ser-."
Bucky cleared his throat loudly and gave a pointed look over my shoulder. "I meant your lady friends. Over there. Don't you need to go back over there ?"
Thor didn't seem to be catching on to the fact that Bucky wanted nothing more than for him to go away and I was thoroughly enjoying this interaction. After a few quiet and, if I am being honest, awkward seconds, it dawned on him. "Oh. OH. Oh. Right. My lady friends. I most definitely should return to their company and leave you two to it," Thor said smiling. "I will, uh, be over there if I am needed."
"You won't be." Bucks glare intensified.
Thor's smile grew, apparently he was oblivious to Bucky's disdain for him. He turned back to me. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Milady."
He bowed his head to me and nodded at Bucky, who was still glaring daggers at him, and walked off. Bucky visibly relaxed. "Sorry about that, he's-."
"He's sweet. Like a giant blonde puppy. I can't believe you know an Avenger."
He chuckled. "If you think that's cool, you should hear who my best friend is."
"Who is your best friend?"
"Steve Rogers."
"Captain America ? You're best friend is Captain America?"
Bucky nodded, sipping his beer.
"Oh my god, you're kidding?"
He shook his head. "Nope."
"If I told Iris' nephews that they would freak. They love Captain America. Do you think you could get his autograph for them? It would score me major auntie points with them. I'd be like the coolest person to them, second to Captain America of course."
Bucky chuckled. "Yeah, I think I could ask him that for you...would that score me major points with you…?" His voice had dropped a few octaves.
My heart skipped a beat. "Yes...definitely…"
He smiled again and it brightened his handsome face, softening his rugged features. "Good…"
Silence fell over us and I suddenly found it hard to look at him as my blush took me over. I lifted my martini to my lips and drank, my eyes sweeping the room when they landed on the last person in the world that I wanted to see right now. My stomach dropped and so did my face as I watched my ex-fiance, Patrick, walk into the club, the very ex fiance who had dumped me less than two weeks ago after I had found out that he was cheating. And he had a girl on his arm already.
I promptly choked on my drink.
"Whoa, you alright?" Bucky asked as I sputtered and coughed, trying to catch my breath. He set his beer down and offered me a napkin, touching my back with the warmth of his flesh hand.
"Y-Yeah," I took the napkin and wiped at my mouth quickly, setting my martini down and looking back towards the entrance to the club. Of course, Patrick and arm candy were making a beeline right for the bar, meaning us. He was going to see me.
Panic quickly set in. I hadn't expected to see him so soon, and not at a club of all places, and definitely not with a woman on his arm, although as a lying cheating asshole I shouldn't be surprised. When he did see me again, I was supposed to be at my peak hotness, I was currently at 6-7 on scale of 10, if that, and I was supposed to be in a happy committed relationship, and I was not supposed to still be crying over his jerkface, which I had just done yesterday.
It was that moment I got an irrational idea.
"Bucky, I am about to do something completely irrational and I hope that it doesn't offend you and that you can forgive me for using you," I said hurriedly.
He blinked in confusion. "What?"
I grabbed him by the metal arm and yanked him towards me, my other hand reaching up and grabbing him by the neck to pull him down to meet me. I rose on tip toe, my lips finding his and my body pressing into him. I felt him tense against me and for three long seconds he didn't move. And then one arm was wrapping around my waist, drawing me in, his other hand coming up to touch my cheek and his lips parted, his tongue entering my mouth and sliding right over mine.
And I promptly forgot just what the hell my idea had been along with my own name.
I couldn't remember the last time I had kissed a girl. But I still knew that none of the other kisses that I had experienced compared to this. I had barely understood what she had said before she grabbed my arm and yanked me against her, her hand wrapping around my neck to force me downward before she was kissing me.
The moment her lips met mine the reason that she had kissed me so suddenly didn't matter because I was flooded with fire and my heart started to pound in chest. My arm came around her, pulling her closer until her breasts were pushed right against my chest and my rapidly growing erection was pressed against her stomach. Her lips parted the moment my tongue darted out, granting me access, her tongue on mine. She tasted like her martini and chocolate, and it made my taste buds come alive. The kiss quickly turned hungry, her hands sliding to my chest and fisting around the material of my shirt as my mouth greedily explored hers. She moaned loudly and it intensified the fire within me, sending a throb right down to my pants.
I had been attracted to her before, but this had only made things worse and all I could think about was taking her back to the compound and having my way with her.
Someone said her name. It was a male voice, full of surprise and a hint of anger.
"Jade?"
I pulled away from her kiss slowly, reluctantly, my lips still tingling and my eyes opening lazily to find her still standing pressed against me, lips puckered and eyes closed. Her hands still clutched my shirt as though she hadn't realized the kiss had ended.
I turned irritably to see a man standing beside us, his face a mask of confusion and surprise. I detected a hint of jealousy in his stare when his eyes turned on me and he looked me up and down. He was about an inch shorter than me, decent looking guy with short dark hair and green eyes. There was a girl on his arm, a short blonde and she looked confused and impatient. I looked back to Jade to find her eyes opening slowly, locking with mine, her lips parting as she sucked in a shaky breath.
"Jade?" The man repeated.
She blinked like she was coming out of a daze and her head snapped to the side. She released my shirt as my hands slipped from her waist and she turned to him. "Patrick." She said, her tone was short. I got the distinct feeling he wasn't a friend.
Patrick put a smile on his face. "It's good to see you."
"I don't feel the same," she answered with a tight lipped smile, crossing her arms over her chest. I could feel the anger coming off of her in waves.
Patrick frowned. "Who's uh...who is this guy?" He was looking me up and down again.
She hesitated, looking at me nervously and her mouth opening. "Umm…"
In an instant the situation became clear. He was an ex. That was easy enough to pick up on, it also made sense why she had apologized before kissing me and for 'using' me. They obviously hadn't ended on good terms and she was using me to show off to him. I surprisingly wasn't mad. I'd play along if it meant getting a rise out of this guy. A guy that had clearly hurt her.
I wrapped my metal arm around her waist and extended a hand toward him. "James. I'm Jade's boyfriend."
Both Jade and Patrick blinked, both looking at me with slack jaws. He took my hand carefully, I gripped it firmly and shook it, giving it a good squeeze. I saw his face contort in a wince. I smirked.
"Patrick," he introduced slowly. "Uh...when did this start?" He motioned between Jade and I.
"That's none of your business," Jade snapped. "If you'll excuse us, we'd like to get back our night."
Patrick frowned and opened his mouth, but I stopped him before he could get a word out. "You heard her, pal. Best to just move on."
He looked as though he wanted to say more, but after giving me another long look thought against it. He instead turned and dragged his confused date along, who I could hear whine about the fact that Patrick hadn't bothered to introduce her. Jade waited until he was well out of sight and ear shot before she was turning to me already looking embarrassed and apologetic.
"Bucky, I am so sorry I used you like that I don't even know what I was thinking or what came over me. It was the dumbest idea," she said shaking her head and covering her face with her hands. "I am so embarrassed. I'm really not that kind of person, I'm just a little intoxicated and he's the worst guy and-."
I chuckled touching her shoulder. "It's fine, Doll. Really. I've been used worse ways...trust me." That was an understatement. "I'm not mad." And that kiss definitely made it worth it. I adjusted myself discreetly.
She looked up at me hesitantly. "You aren't mad?"
I shook my head. "No, I'm not...but if you're really torn up about it...you can buy me another drink."
She smiled brightly. "Sure. I can manage that."
She ordered more drinks and then more and some more again. I drinked from Thor's flask in between my own drinks, soon feeling a warm and fuzzy feeling that I hadn't felt in far too long though I wasn't sure if it was from the liquor or from Jade's company. She asked for a drink from the flask and though I warned her against it, she insisted. I made her take the tiniest of sips, barely enough to wet her lips and she still coughed and sputtered and choked, asking me just what the hell was in that flask.
I was having fun, real genuine fun, not the kind that Steve and sometimes Sam had been trying to get me to have since I had woken up, not the forced kind. The genuine kind with a pretty girl, who couldn't stop blushing every time I complimented her or flirted, whose laugh sounded like music to my ears, and set a fire in my belly. There was that annoying part of me who had flared up, the part that warned me to not get attached, the part that thought about what Hydra would do to her if I fell for her or if they found about her, the part that told me to walk away. But I ignored it. I wanted this even for just a little while, even if just for one night. Especially after that kiss. A kiss that had left a thick tension between us that was hard to ignore.
"Do you want to get out of here?" Jade asked me suddenly, her voice apprehensive and timid , looking up at me with those bright brown eyes.
That annoying part of me warned against it, but I couldn't stop myself from saying. "Yes."
I was sufficiently intoxicated. But I was managing it well, it was tomorrow morning that would suck, when I would have to nurse the inevitable hangover, but for the time being I just had a warm and fuzzy feeling that just made everything a little more fun and slightly hazy.
It was that warm and fuzzy feeling that had given me the courage to ask Bucky if he wanted to leave with me. Still wasn't ready for a relationship, but casual sex was definitely now on the menu after spending time with him. His good looks also helped. I hadnt had casual sex since college, despite Iris constantly encouraging it, but tonight I planned to make her proud. But it still had taken an inner pep talk to get myself to do it.
Just do it, Jade, you've already kissed him, and frankly it was the best kiss of your damn life. The man is hot and if he has sex like he kisses you're a goner. He'd be the perfect one night stand. And you deserve this. My inner conscience always seemed to have Iris's voice whenever it was a bad idea.
He took my hand and lead me out of the club, not bothering to say goodbye to Thor, out into the cold night air of NYC and right into thicker tension between us. There was a brief awkward moment where we had to decide where we were going and it was Bucky who had offered his place. I agreed, telling myself that him not knowing where I lived was a good thing, and I wouldn't have to go through the motions of getting him out after. He hailed a cab easily and gave the driver his address.
My heart raced so loudly that I could hear it in my ears. We were close enough that our legs were touching and I could feel the heat radiating off of him, aimed right at me and inviting me in. My skin tingled with anticipation. I don't think I had ever felt like this, not even with Patrick, even in the beginning.
The silence was killing me, and I tried to think of something funny or clever to say, to end the silence or lessen the tension. I turned to him, and it was then he found his own courage, whether from the many beers or whatever he had been drinking out of his flask, or his own inner motivational pep talk, and he kissed me. Hard and passionately, knocking the breath right out of me.
My body melted into him as a wave of heat washed over me and an ache grew in between my thighs. His hands gripped me tightly, one on my ribs, the other at my hip. I felt dizzy suddenly and I didn't know if it was from his steamy kiss or the 5 martini's I had.
"I don't… I don't normally do this," I said pulling away from his mouth, panting. I didn't want to stop kissing him, but I needed air and I felt like it needed to be said.
He was panting too, licking his lips. "Neither do I… but, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I'd never pressure you-."
"No! No. I… I want to do this," I blurted hurriedly.
He smirked. "Good."
He pulled me back to him, mouth finding mine, and the hand on my hip drifting down to my thigh. My legs which I had been holding closed, hoping to lessen the ache, parted shamelessly to allow him access. His hand travelled there slowly, fingertips brushing over the tops of my thighs and then the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I gasped into his mouth when his fingertips brushed the outside of my panties, just the barest skim of his fingertips, but still it sent a jolt right through me.
The cab came to a halt sending us both apart. I had almost forgotten we were in the cab to begin with. I fixed my clothing as Bucky paid the driver and I realized just where we were.
"You...live here?" I asked as I stepped out of the cab, taking the hand he offered to me.
It was the Avenger's compound. The large and expensive headquarters and living place of Earth's mightiest heroes. And he lived here. Who the hell is this guy?
"Yeah," he answered, leading me to the entrance.
"Are you an Avenger?"
"Not...exactly, no…" he looked at me over his shoulder as we entered the building and he lead me to the elevator.
"But...you live here?"
He nodded, pressing the elevator button. The doors opening right away. "Living quarters please, F.R.I.D.A.Y."
"Right away, Sergeant Barnes," came a disembodied female voice with an Irish accent.
I jumped and Bucky smiled, putting his hand on the small of my back. "It's alright. That's just Stark's computer thing. She runs the building. Say hi to Jade, F.R.I.D.A.Y."
"Hello, Jade."
"Uhh...hi…"
That was going to take some getting used too for sure. It was a little creepy, I suddenly felt like I was being watched. I was thankful that elevator ride was short, even though the tension was high. The doors opened and Bucky held out a hand stopping me as he looked out at the darkened area the doors had opened too. He held up a hand to his lips and stepped off the elevator looking around before beckoning me to follow. I was guessing he didn't want to wake any of the Avengers. I quietly stepped off the elevator, tip toeing until we reached his door and he ushered me inside and shut the door behind us, locking it.
I was surprised to find that his room was neater than what I had expected. There was an unmade king sized bed with a black comforter and red sheets, a desk with a neat stack of composition books, a flat screen hanging from the wall, a mini fridge and microwave. Everything a single bachelor needs in his room.
A hint of anxiety crept up my spine when I realized just where I was and what my intentions had been when I came here. I was about to have sex with what could be described as a stranger.
Okay, Jade, this is fine. This is...good…
"So this is me," he motioned to the room and gave a small nervous chuckle.
I walked over to his desk, taking in the stacks of composition books, does he journal?, trying to play it cool, even though my heart was racing. "It's...nice…"
An awkward silence fell on us and I rapidly began to lose my nerve. This is ridiculous. I am in a strangers bedroom for god sake. So what if he's hot and we're at the Avengers tower. Am I really going to sleep with him? What if he doesn't have any condoms? What if I am terrible at this? This was a bad idea-.
In three quick steps Bucky was standing in front of me, already breathing heavily, making me tense in surprise. He looked down at me with a hunger in his eyes that made my nerves light up.
"I'd really like to kiss you again," he breathed.
My breath stopped right in my throat, but I nodded slowly. As nervous as I was, I startlingly realized that still I wanted to do this. Thank you liquid courage. "Permission granted," I whispered.
He kissed me hard and fast, taking control over the kiss, leaving me no choice but to relent to his dominance. The anxiety that had filled me moments before slipped away to be replaced by desire. We were moving until my butt hit the desk, Bucky blindly kicking the chair out of the way, toppling it over, his arm swiping his composition books to the floor, the lamp falling over, he lifted me onto the desk. My legs fell open until the tightness of my pencil skirt stopped them and I reached down, hiking my skirt up to my hips which Bucky grabbed and used to pull me forward so he could step into the space between my thighs, pushing his erection right into my core.
Testosterone. Adrenaline. Need.
It was rushing through me heatedly, amplifying the fire that she had ignited in me. I had been nervous about this, worried that I was going to hurt her, that this was a bad idea, that I should tell her to run while she still had the chance. But as much as I wanted to send her away, I wanted to take her that much more. Even if it was just this once, even if I never saw her again, I wanted this one time to remember, to pull me out of the dark pit I usually resided it.
I had wanted to go easy and slow, to make sure that I took my time, but her kiss sent me into a rapid frenzy. It's been a long damn time and I had to admit I was feeling needy and I was harder than a rock, and perhaps it's the alcohol or the length of time, but if I don't get inside of her I swore I just might die.
She hiked her skirt up, pulling it up her smooth brown thighs and I gripped her hips, pulling her to me so her legs wrapped around me. She gasped into my mouth, pulling away from my kiss, letting her head fall back when I pressed my erection right at the apex of her thighs and pleasure raced up my spine. Fucking hell. I couldn't help, but go for her throat, kissing and licking the saltiness of her skin, restraining myself from leaving marks even though I want to mark her, just so that everyone knows for at least one night she was mine.
Her hands went for my belt and my fingers clumsily undid the buttons to her blouse while trying to keep my mouth attached to any skin it could reach. She had my belt undone and jeans unzipped faster than I can get her blouse open and she reached in, taking me in a firm grip and stroking from base to tip. I groaned at the pleasure from her touch.
"Holy shit, Bucky," she said in surprise.
I smiled against her skin, this isn't the first time I've heard that in regards to my size, and it never ceases to make me feel a little smug. I finally got her buttons undone, just as I felt a frustration and urge to rip her blouse open, I pushed the shirt down her shoulders. It bunched at her elbows, exposing her, and I reached up with my metal hand, yanking each cup down until her ample breasts spilled out and my mouth closed over her nipple. Her hips jerked towards me, one hand gripping my shoulder to steady herself while the other continued to stroke me.
I moved to taste her other breast, reaching between her thighs and brushing her panties. They're soaked and it makes me groan in need. I pushed the material aside, slipped two fingers right into her wet heat, sending her back into an arch and getting a cry from her lips. She's hot and wet and tight and my dick somehow gets harder. Her hips started circling desperately, riding my fingers, her walls clenching and throbbing.
"Bucky," she gasped, her eyelids fluttering. "God...please..."
"Fuck, Doll, you're tight," I groaned as I pulled my fingers out and pushed back in feeling the walls give and squeeze me.
"Please tell me you have a condom," she lifted her head, looking at me expectantly, impatiently, and a little drunkenly.
Thanks to my overly informative and concerned friend I dI'd. An unopened box of them sat in my bed side table drawer. Thank you, Steve. I nodded, still working her with my fingers.
"Get it. Hurry," she demanded between heavy breaths.
I reluctantly pulled away from her warmth and touch, going for the drawer and ripping the box open, spilling condoms all over the inside of the drawer. I glanced over my shoulder at her to see if she had seen my clumsiness. She hadn't moved, still sitting on the desk amidst the mess, leaned back on her hands, looking up at the ceiling, breasts still out. And even disheveled, she was a vision. I opened the condom, threw the wrapper carelessly onto the night stand, somehow managing to slip it on without even looking while walking back to her.
Okay, Barnes, you got this. I took her by the hips, pulling her to the edge, her ass nearly hanging off. It's been awhile, but it's just like riding a bike. Her hands gripped my shoulders, legs wrapped around my waist, my tongue in her mouth. Just don't hurt her and everything will be fine. Slow and steady wins the race. I took hold of myself, rubbing my aching head up and down her dripping slit a few times before I pushed into her entrance.
She cried out, loudly, so loud I swore the whole building would hear, but all I could think about is how hot, wet, and tight she was. My eyes rolled when I bottomed out, her walls holding me in like they don't want to let go. Pleasure flooded me and I chased the long forgotten feeling, drawing back and pushing forward again, delighting in the way she gasped my name.
I did it a second time.
A third.
And then I came.
It hit me hard and fast with no warning, white light flashing in my vision, making me go rigid as I spasmed and spilled into the condom with a long grunt.
Oh for fucks sake.
Oh you've got to be joking.
Bucky slumped against me, holding up some of his weight with his hands on the desk. He was breathing heavily into the crook of my neck. I didn't move, waiting for him to recover.
He lifted his head slowly, looking down at me with a face full of embarrassment. "I'm sorry," he said softly, shaking his head. "It's been a long time. A really long time."
"It's.. it's okay." It's really not. I've never been so turned on in my life and this was not the ending that I expected. Especially not from a guy who looks like him and kisses like him and has a penis the size of his.
"Can uh… can I just have a minute?" He asked hesitantly with an arched eyebrow.
I nodded. "Yeah. Sure. Of course."
He stepped backward, withdrawing from me and tucking himself back into his jeans. He smiled apologetically before turning for a closed door that I assumed was the bathroom. He disappeared inside, shutting the door and I could hear the faucet turn on.
I slipped from the desk with a frustrated sigh. Fixing my blouse and skirt. Okay. So it wasn't what you expected, but good for you for having the experience, I told myself. Just thank him for a nice, but short evening and go home and finish the night with your B.O.B and some ice cream. As iris says they can't call be winners. I began formulating a goodbye, one that I hoped wouldn't be too awkward when I heard the bathroom door open. I turned to find him standing in the doorway, his jeans redone, but I could see a dampness to his hair and face where he had probably splashed it with water.
"Hi," he said softly leaning against the door frame.
"Hi," I answered. I felt breathlessly suddenly when I noticed the hunger hadn't left his eyes.
"I really am sorry about-."
"No, Bucky, it's fine. Really." As disappointed as I was, I didn't want to make him any more embarrassed or the situation anymore awkward. Especially when he seemed genuinely apologetic. Maybe it really had been a long time, although with a guy that looked like him I found that hard to believe.
He nodded, falling silent, running his hand through his hair.
"I guess I should...go," I said slowly moving to pick up my clutch from where it had dropped to the floor.
He straightened, taking one step toward me. "Do I still have permission to kiss you?"
I hesitated at the question. "Oh...umm...yes?" I supposed a kiss goodbye wouldn't hurt. He was a damn good kisser.
I took a deep breath as he approached, expecting a quick chaste kiss. His hands came to rest on my hips, pulling me against him. I looked up at him in surprise seconds before he kissed me. The kiss wasn't gentle, it was fiery and passionate, the same intensity it had been on the desk. The arousal I had felt before quickly returned and I forgot about wanting to leave.
"I don't want you to go," he whispered across my lips.
I was no longer going anywhere. I was staying right here in his arms, wrapped up in his warmth, especially if he kept kissing me like that.
"I'm really, really, really, sorry," he continued between kisses, his mouth traveling down to my throat. "That was embarrassing." His hands were everywhere, kneading my breasts, squeezing my ass, pressing me into him. Soon I was dripping again, panting and heated.
"You…you… god, you don't have to apologize, Bucky," I managed to get out.
"No, Doll, I do," His fingers were undoing the buttons to my blouse again, with far more skill this time. He pushed my shirt open and down my shoulders, the material falling to the floor. His mouth followed down to my bra, one hand smoothly undoing the clasp at my back. He pulled it down my arms and tossed it over his shoulder. "You deserve much better than that pitiful performance."
My legs trembled as he gathered up my breasts in his large hands and sucked at them greedily. "Oh fuck," I gasped.
"Let me make it up to you?" He asked, trailing kisses and licks down my stomach, dropping down to one knee.
I nodded feeling too drunk with pleasure and liquid courage to find words.
"You gotta use your words, Doll," He unzipped my skirt, pulling it down my hips along with my panties. I stepped out of them allowing him to gather up the material and toss them away too. He left my heels on, kissing my thighs. "That way I know you really want it."
Oh I wanted it. Really bad. And I prayed the second performance was better than the first. "Yes, please, make it up to me," I whimpered.
He rose to his feet, taking me by the hips and turning my back to the bed. He gave me a gentle push until I was falling backward on it. He was on me not a second after, kissing me slow and deep until he was sitting up and kneeling on the ground beside the bed, spreading my legs so that those vast shoulders could fit between them. I was practically hyperventilating with anticipation, my fingers digging into the comforter and my eyes shutting.
I felt his lips first, kissing gently up and down my slit before his tongue slipped between and laved over my clit. I moaned loudly, my thighs resting against his shoulder and my heels in his back. He was certainly making up for his terrible performance, his fingers slipping inside to slip in and out in time with the swirl of his tongue and send pleasure through my whole body. Something quickly began to brew in my pelvis, something that felt dangerous and overwhelming and had my toes curling. I started to squirm and his metal hand came around my hips, his palm splaying out over my pelvis and applying pressure to keep me still.
"Don't you move," he growled. "Keep your legs open."
I tried to be still, but my body had a mind of its own. I couldn't stop my legs from trembling.
"Bucky...fuck...I'm gonna…" I tried to warn him, but couldn't get the sentence out before that something brewing in my pelvis burst and pleasure surged through me.
I cried out loudly, drowning out the groan of pleasure Bucky made as I gushed against his fingers. He didn't stop, if anything he was more enthused, kissing and licking and sucking with a new urgency, his fingers never stopping. The orgasm that had started to descend shot back up rapidly, washing over me again until I was mewling and writhing, my eyes watery and my breath coming out in heavy pants. He didn't raise his mouth until I went limp, spent, and trying to regain feeling to my limbs.
"How am I doing so far?" He huskily asked, kissing his way back up my body.
I huffed a laugh. I had never cum that hard before, not even during sex, and he had managed to make it happen with his mouth. "Fantastic," I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled his mouth down to mine.
In a hurried rush he discarded his clothes, trying to keep his mouth on mine all the while. He had grabbed another condom, sheathing himself, he flipped our positions, leaving me straddling his pelvis. I took a second to stare at how fit and marvelous his body was. I couldn't stop myself from smoothing my hands down his toned torso, noticing the way his muscles rippled under my touch and a groan rumbled from deep in his chest. I was usually hesitant about being on top, liking to leave the reigns to my male partner, but I was full of anticipation and impatience for him to fill me in any position, and that view was pretty damn good.
"We can stop anytime, Doll," he said mistaking my pause for more apprehension.
I shook my head. "No. Let's do it."
He took hold of my hips, lifting and guiding me over him. He didn't make a move after that, allowing me to take control and sink down on him at my pace. I did it slowly, very slowly, giving myself time to adjust where he had not earlier. His breath caught sharply and I gasped, bracing myself on his pecs, feeling impossibly full and stretched to my limits. I took him until I could take no more, stilling above him and my eyes closing while I tried to adjust to the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.
"You okay?" He asked, voice low, fingers digging into my hips.
"Yes. I… I just… need a minute." My voice was shaky and breathy.
I could feel everything. Every inch, every throb, every vein. It was almost too much, feeling more intense than it had on the desk, I was a little scared to move.
"You gotta move, Doll, you're killing me," he groaned after several long seconds, teeth clenching.
I didn't feel ready, but I moved anyway, rocking back and forth on him feeling the pleasure surge. It started out slow until we were both gasping and moaning, Bucky tense and strained beneath me, his hands opening and closing repeatedly on my hips as though he were trying to keep himself from moving or hurting me. Everything else had slipped away, it was just us, the warm fuzzy feeling and the pleasure which was quickly building and threatening to completely take me over.
"Oh god," I groaned feeling seconds away from falling into a thousand pieces. "Shit I'm… I'm…"
"Cum. Cum for me right now," Bucky demanded in a gruff voice.
I did. Loud and shivering and cursing. My fingers leaving half moon imprints in his pecs. Something snapped inside of Bucky, sending him propelling forward to a sitting position, his arms wrapping around me as he thrust upward, his mouth ravenously kissing, licking, and nipping at my exposed chest and breast. I was instantly right back on the precipice, teetering dangerously on the edge of the pleasure abyss.
"Ah… god… fuck Bucky," I stuttered between gasps unable to do anything besides wrap my arms around his neck and hold on for the ride.
"I'm gonna cum," he warned, thrusting harder, teeth clenched and eyes dark. "Be a good girl and cum with me."
Two more thrusts and we were both tumbling right over that edge together, my name on his lips and his on mine, hands gripping and bodies going rigid as the pleasure wave crashed over both of us. Bucky fell back onto the pillows, taking me with him until I was slumped against his chest, both of us breathing heavily.
"Jade?"
I couldn't move. I could barely think. "Y-Yeah?"
"Still with me?"
"Yeah… yeah… I'm good…" He checked in a lot. Something I was definitely not used too. But I was beyond good. I had entered a new realm. A realm where sex was amazing and I had experienced multiple orgasms in one session. I was exhausted and spent. Seconds away from falling asleep. I should definitely not fall asleep here…
Okay maybe a quick 5 minute nap.
I felt him tense beneath me. "Jade?"
Never mind he's going to ask me to leave now. 'Take your multiple orgasms and get out.'
"Do… do you uh… maybe want to get breakfast in the morning?"
My eyes snapped open in surprise, but I felt a smile creep across my face. Sure I hadn't felt ready to start a new relationship, but I had to admit that I liked the guy. And after seeing what he could do in the bedroom how could I possibly pass up another night of this?
"Yeah actually… I would…"
I shouldn't have wanted her to stay. I shouldn't have asked her to breakfast. But I wanted too. I told myself to blame it on the Asgardian brew that was still giving me a warm and fuzzy feeling, or the post orgasm high that I hadn't felt in over 50 plus years, but I knew it was because I liked her. And I wanted to get to know her. And sure there were consequences of that, the threat of Hydra always loomed over me like a dark cloud, but I deserved a chance at normalcy. Or at least that's what Steve was always saying.
So I let her stay, drawing her into my chest after we both cleaned up, drifting off quicker than normal. And when I woke an hour later, finding her beside me, her legs tangled with mine, still feeling warm and fuzzy, I took her again, slow and sweet and sleepily. She felt too amazing not to partake again.
It was that third time that really wore me out, that sent me into a dreamless deep sleep. The last thing I thought being, this is the start of something good.
There will be a sequel! Bucky and Jade's story is not finished. So be looking for that :)