Assignment Bucky Barnes

by SJSmith56

Ariel Black, a historian from 2142 is assigned to observe and interact with James Buchanan Barnes, the man formerly known as the Winter Soldier. She is sent to 1940, posing as the niece of her supervising historian, a man known to Barnes and his friend, Steve Rogers. Encouraged to become friends she finds herself drawn to the charismatic young man, becoming more than just friends.

4. Chapter 4 I Found You

Chapter 4. I Found You

Content warning: Contains sexual content which may not be suitable for readers under the age of 18.

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The morning sunlight hitting Ariel's eyelids hurt and she put her hand over them before raising herself on one elbow. She didn't remember coming to bed and wondered if Merton carried her in. The least he could have done was pull the blinds down so the bright rays coming through the lace curtains didn't hurt so much. As her gaze shifted to the night stand she smiled seeing that he had left her a glass of water. Picking it up she drank half of it then sat up with her feet hanging over the bed. Putting the glass down she went over to the window to pull the blind down and saw another flower on the windowsill. Pushing the lace curtain aside she saw the deep red rose and wondered how Bucky managed to get one so early in the morning then leave it there for her to see before he went to work at the docks. She didn't need the flower book to know the meaning of this gift; true love, the love of desire. A hesitant breath came out of her chest as she contemplated whether to pick it up and accept the invitation because that was what this was, an invitation. Just like the passionate kiss of the night before this was a declaration of intent. Bucky was planning to give her his all, all of his attention, all of his love and regard. If she didn't pick the rose up the relationship was as good as over before it even started. With deliberation she picked it up and smelled it then placed it in the glass with the now wilted daisy. Part of her hoped that wasn't a premonition of how it would all end, even though she knew it would end for her if they lasted until Bucky did fall in early 1945.

She finished the glass of water and took the empty glass out to the kitchen, seeing it was almost 10 am. There was a note on the table saying Merton was in the shop. He told her that he made a fruit and yogurt parfait which was chilling in the ice box. Pulling it out, she saw banana, strawberry, and raspberries mixed in between layers of yogurt and what looked like home made granola in a glass. Merton certainly was an interesting cook. Taking a spoon out of the drawer she took a taste and marvelled at the full and rich flavour of the fruit, realizing that this was a time before the use of genetic "improvements" to fruit and vegetables to improve their shelf life but which also affected the taste by removing much of the distinctiveness of the flavours. Savouring them she put the parfait down and pulled out a sheet of parchment paper from the kitchen pantry, folding it in half. She went back into the bedroom, bringing the glass with the daisy and the rose out. After cutting the edge of the rose stem off she replaced the water in the glass, hoping that would let it stay fresh longer. Then she cut the wet part of the daisy stem off and arranged the daisy as best she could on the parchment paper between the folds. Going over to the bookcase she looked for a good candidate to press the flower and found it in a Complete Works of Shakespeare text. She opened it about three quarters through and slid the parchment paper between the pages, closing it and returning it to her room. The weight of the book would hopefully be enough to press the flower flat. Then she finished eating the parfait and washed the glass and spoon, drying it and putting them away. After dressing she went down the stairs and around to the door to the shop.

"Hi," said a cheery voice when she opened the door, surprised to see Steve Rogers sweeping the floor of the shop. "I hope you had a good sleep. Mr. Burnett went to the bank and asked if I would mind the store while he was gone."

"I did, thank you," she replied. "I had a bit of a late night and must have been more tired than I thought. I started cleaning the furniture yesterday."

"Yeah, I finished it," said Steve. "It didn't take long. You did most of it already. Mr. B. said that there is some silverware that needs polishing. We can work on that once I finish sweeping."

"Okay, I'll get it together," replied Ariel. "Have you spoken to Bucky this morning?"

She wondered if Steve would be truthful as she had an idea he was also there to gauge her reaction to the red rose.

"Briefly," he said. "Sounded like you had a really nice walk home."

She came closer, looking directly at him, until he began to get uncomfortable. "You can tell him I took the red rose and put it in a glass of water," she said.

His face coloured then he swallowed. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Right," she said. "Steve, I don't mind you being a go between but don't think for a minute that I don't notice things. He told you what we talked about and the decision we made, didn't he?" He looked away then nodded. "I like him, a lot, and even though it's moving faster than I'm normally comfortable with he's left the decision to me when we take it to another level. Tell him it will happen but when I'm ready. That's the last I'm going to say of it. Let's talk about other more mundane things."

With a nod of relief from Steve they gathered the silverware together on the large table at the back of the shop and began polishing it. They talked about music, art, baseball and movies, making each other laugh as they recalled their favourite funny scenes in some movies. After one particularly good belly laugh he looked at her and seemed to make a decision.

"I drew this of you after meeting you the other day," he said, bringing out a folded piece of heavy paper from his jacket. "I couldn't get the hair quite right because I was doing it from memory but I thought you might like it."

He pushed it towards her and she opened it to a pencil sketch of her, smiling, on another smaller piece of paper. For a moment she couldn't say anything as her throat constricted, threatening to make her cry. Gently she touched it then looked at his pale face.

"It's beautiful," she said. "You did this in a day?" He nodded, his face colouring. "You're a talented artist, Steve. Thank you. I will cherish this always."

She placed her hand on his and squeezed it. Then she excused herself and took it up to the apartment. For several long minutes she looked at it and wondered why no one had ever thought to make a more detailed observation of this gentle and talented man, pre-war. Then she thought again, perhaps they had and she just didn't recognize the historian observing him. She looked at the drawing again. Even though Merton had speculated that Steve would give her a drawing the quality of this one was breath taking. Covering it up again she placed the portrait in her dresser drawer, deciding to keep its existence a private matter between her and Steve. Then she returned down to the store and resumed polishing the silverware.

By the time Merton returned from the bank he could see that the pair had developed an easy relationship with each other where both felt comfortable. He also took it to mean Ariel had decided to go ahead with the intense relationship. Part of him admired her determination but another part of him, a more fatherly part, he realized, hoped that she wouldn't get hurt by the intensity of the love she would receive from Bucky.

Together Steve and Ariel cleaned all the silverware pieces before the end of the afternoon even after they broke for lunch and made tomato soup with toasted cheese sandwiches. Merton put the radio on and they listened to music at the kitchen table while they ate. He put one of the old radios on in the store when they went back. A customer came in and bought it saying they didn't realize Merton sold working radios as well as antiques. As soon as he left with his purchase they all laughed. At 4 o'clock Steve said he had to leave for another odd job. As he put his jacket on Merton opened the cash register, took some money out and gave it to Steve. The small man looked at it and tried to give some back.

"That's too much Mr. Burnett," he said.

"Not today, Steve," said Merton. "You earned that."

Steve ducked his head and turned to leave then he stopped and turned at the door.

"I hope you enjoy your date with Bucky," he said, looking at Ariel, who smiled at him before he headed out.

"How much did you pay him?" she asked.

"$3.00," he replied. "It was too much but he does work hard and I know he struggles. I don't mind helping either of them out from time to time." He changed the topic. "So, tonight is the date. Do you plan to bring him home after?"

"No, I told him I wanted to take it slow since I've only known him three days," she said. "When he picks me up, how do you plan to handle it, being my uncle and all?"

He smiled as he took a breath. "It's not like I'm a paragon of virtue, for these times anyway," he said. "If you could keep him waiting a bit before you're ready tonight I'll have the shovel talk with him, or it's pacifist equivalent."

"Shovel talk?" she asked. "I have an idea what you mean but please enlighten me."

"Just that as your uncle I feel responsible for you and if he hurts you then I'll kill him, after making him dig his own grave with a shovel. As a 22nd century man of course I don't mean it but I'll find a way to tell him that your heart is a fragile thing and he better be good to it. When you do have him stay over just lock your door and turn the radio on in your room. I'll get the hint and make myself scarce or something. He's a virile man and I'm guessing he's going to be energetic in bed."

"Okay, I'll do my best," she said. "You put me in that room deliberately, didn't you? Because of that one story addition below."

"I don't know what you're talking about," he laughed.

"Well, I have to press my dress," she said, "and take a quick shower. How dressy do I dress for dinner and a movie?"

"A nice dress, a hat, your gloves, and mid heels," said Merton. "Go easy on the perfume. I would say wear lipstick but I'm guessing he plans to neck with you so it will get wrecked if you do. He'll likely wear a suit and tie and style his hair."

With that advice Ariel left to get ready. Instead of a shower she decided to have a bath and put a couple of drops of Joy perfume in it, hoping it wouldn't be overwhelming. When she returned to her room she put her underwear on, then her garter belt over top. Her stockings went on next then her slip and finally, her dress that buttoned up in the front. She heard a knock from the door at the top landing and then Bucky's voice as Merton greeted him. She put her necklace on, a string of artificial pearls and some earrings. After fastening a recording brooch on to the front of the dress she slipped her heels on, then checked herself in the mirror, making sure her stocking seams were straight. Finally she put her hat on and tilted it slightly to be more stylish. Picking up her gloves and purse she opened the door. Immediately Bucky stood up from the couch and smiled at her. He was wearing a dark blue-grey suit with a vest, white shirt and a striped tie which wasn't tightened completely. His hair was styled, slicked back and he was clean shaven. Smiling he looked her up and down.

"You look great," he said enthusiastically. "Mr. B. was just telling me how much work you and Steve got done today. I hope you didn't get too tired. Don't want you falling asleep during the movie."

"I'm good but I will have to be home by midnight so I get of plenty of sleep before work tomorrow," replied Ariel.

Bucky took her coat off of the coat rack and helped her into it then shook Merton's hand, thanking him for the advice. He opened the apartment door for Ariel and led her down the stairs to the sidewalk. She expected to walk but he guided her to a car and opened the door for her.

"I borrowed my Dad's car," he said as he helped her in. "Told them about you. They would like to meet you soon."

She nodded and waited for Bucky to get in. He started the car up, put it into gear and pulled away from the curb. Twenty minutes later he parked on the street and came around to open the car door for her. Offering her his hand they walked half a block to an Italian restaurant, Monte's Venetian Room, in a rather plain 3 story brick building. Opening the door and letting Ariel inside first Bucky was greeted by the manager who shook his hand. He introduced Ariel, and the manager guided them to a table in the corner where they could sit at a right angle to each other. They each received a menu and Bucky asked if she wanted some wine.

"Please," she replied.

"Gino, could we have some nice red wine, a carafe for us to share, please?" he asked the manager then he looked at Ariel. "I hope you like it here. It's one of my favourite places. Been here in this location since 1906."

"It looks homey, comfortable," she replied. "What do you recommend?"

"Well I usually order the mussels in a white wine and garlic sauce for an appetizer," he said. "Then either the veal scaloppini or the seafood pasta in a tomato sauce. The clam spaghetti in white wine and garlic sauce is good but if we have the mussels that's a lot of garlic."

Ariel grinned. "For lovers only then," she said.

Bucky grinned back. "Something like that," he replied. "Their gnocchi is good ... really anything on the menu is good.

"I like the sound of the seafood pasta," she said. "I'll take that."

He nodded and when the waiter brought their wine Bucky ordered using the Italian terms. The waiter took their menus and brought back some breadsticks for them. Lifting his glass of wine Bucky held it towards Ariel.

"To the first of many dates," he said. "I'm looking forward to all of them."

She sipped the wine and smiled. It was good and along with the atmosphere made everything seem relaxed. Bucky looked so handsome dressed up, even though the top of his dress shirt was unbuttoned. Reaching for her hand he kissed her knuckle and held it on the table.

"How old are you Bucky?" she asked. "I'm 23 if you were wondering."

"The same," he said. "My birthday is on March 10. When's yours?"

"April 30," she replied. "You said you never went to college. Did you ever want to?"

"Sure," he replied, "but the Depression kind of shot those plans through. We needed every penny so I got on at the docks. My Dad works at the shipyard and he helped me get the job. If I went to college I likely would have tried to get into engineering or architecture. Was library always your choice?"

"I minored in history," she said. "The jobs were more plentiful in libraries, at least they were until it burned down."

"What caused it?" he asked.

"Lightning strike," she said. "The lightning rod's wiring had deteriorated and it didn't ground the strike. It set the roof on fire and that was it. With all the books inside it went up like a giant candle."

"That's terrible, all those books destroyed," he commented. "Was anyone hurt?"

She shook her head. "It happened overnight so only the night watchman was there. He got out okay."

They didn't speak for several minutes then Ariel looked at Bucky fondly. "I liked the red rose," she said softly. "Thank you for leaving me a flower."

His cheeks coloured. "I meant to bring you a bouquet tonight but I didn't have time after work. Next time I'll bring you a big bouquet."

"You don't have to do that. A single flower is fine."

"No, I want to," he protested. "You're a lady and a lady should get flowers from her beau. I am your beau, now, aren't I?"

"You are," she said softly and it brought out a sweet smile from him.

He kissed her hand again and she felt warm inside on his efforts to woo her. The waiter brought the mussels and she watched how Bucky severed the mussel from the shell and ate it. It was something she never tried before, coming from a future where many were vegetarian or vegan, but she tentatively tasted it and although it was definitely an ocean product she found the texture quite mushroom like. The white wine and garlic provided a complimentary taste and she was surprised to find she liked it. When her seafood pasta came she ate it all and enjoyed it. Bucky watched and seemed amused that she finished her whole plate.

"You have a big appetite for such a little thing," he said. "Don't get me wrong, I like it but most girls I've dated are always saying they have to watch their weight."

"Well, I keep pretty active so I must burn it off," she explained. "We don't get much seafood in Missoula so it was different for me. In Montana it's mostly beef, with some pork and chicken for restaurant meals."

"Do you feel up to dessert?" he asked.

"What time is the movie?" she countered. "Do we have enough time for dessert?"

Bucky coloured a little. "Well, I figured we could skip the movie. There wasn't anything I was keen on seeing. I thought we could maybe drive out to a beach and watch the ocean for a while."

"You want to be alone with me," said Ariel, gently. "I can understand that. Will you be a gentleman?"

He coloured again and took his time answering. "Yes," he said finally. "I just want to hold you in my arms and kiss. I promise I'll respect your person. If you tell me to stop I will."

"Alright, we can go to the beach and watch the waves come in," she said. "I'll hold you to your promise to be a gentleman. Don't disappoint me."

Now that they weren't going to the movie Ariel asked if she could have some ice cream for dessert. Bucky nodded and ordered some tiramisu for himself. They took their time and he paid the bill. When he began to help Ariel on with her coat she shook her head.

"It's a warm night out," she said. "I don't need my coat."

Draping it over her arm she waited for Bucky to escort her out and walk her to the car. Taking her coat from her he placed it in the back seat then looked at her and undid his tie, tossing it on top of the coat. She smiled and got inside the car when he opened the front passenger door for her. It took them a little while to get to the beach but he found a relatively isolated place and pulled up, turning the car off. They sat in silence with the car windows rolled down and after a few minutes he turned to Ariel.

"I'm sorry I wasn't completely truthful with you," he said. "I have some bad habits when I date and I'll try to be more gentlemanly with you. It's important that you know I try to be a man of my word."

"Thank you," she said, placing her hand on his arm. "I appreciate that. Can I ask you a question?" He nodded. "Do you smoke? I can taste it on you. I don't but if you want to have a cigarette around me, it's alright."

He gave out a little bit of a breath then faced her. "I do smoke, mostly at work, but I usually have a cigarette in the yard after dinner while my Dad has his pipe. I didn't want you to get the smell on your clothes. I like to smell your perfume."

"Well, you can have it outside then, while we lean against the car," she replied. "Then we can go for a walk. I've never seen the ocean before so I wouldn't mind."

She could see him nodding in the dark and he stepped outside then opened her door, offering her a hand as she got out. He picked her up and placed her on the hood of the car, then climbed up himself and pulled a package of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket. Lighting one up he took a drag, holding it between his thumb and forefinger. There was a fresh breeze coming off the ocean and it blew enough to dissipate the smoke quickly. They watched the ocean in the dark, not speaking but the silence said a lot for them. When he finished he stubbed it out on the bottom of his shoe then jumped down and buried it in the sandy soil. Reaching for her he helped her down and looked at her intensely before bending over to kiss her. Her hat interfered with the kiss so she unpinned it and threw it in the back seat freeing her hair to blow in the breeze. He placed both his hands in her hair and stared intently at her then kissed her fiercely as she wrapped her arms around him.

"I'm crazy for you," he declared after the kiss. "You're so different from any girl I know, so confident and sure of yourself."

"I'm not really," she answered while gazing up at him. "I haven't had a great love yet and I'm kind of scared of what we're beginning, that it might be too much for me."

"I won't hurt you," he promised. "I want to make you happy."

They kissed again and the sound of the waves filled their senses as they embraced each other passionately. They pulled apart and he led her over the dunes to the beach where they walked for a while. In a moment of daring Ariel stopped and lifted her skirt, looking up at Bucky as she did so. She undid her stockings and rolled them down, stuffing them in her shoes. Running towards the water she went in deep enough to cover her feet and ankles. With a grin Bucky pulled his shoes and socks off, then rolled his pant legs up to his knees and joined her. The water was surprisingly warm but refreshing as they walked hand in hand for a while, feeling the soft waves touch their feet. Every so often they stopped and gazed at each other, caressing the other's face before softly kissing. As the moon came up he thought she looked like a goddess with how the pale light shone on her.

"We should go back," he said with some regret, after they walked a while. "It's getting late."

They turned and were eventually able to find their shoes in the sand, holding them in their free hands as they walked back. When they got to the car they both looked at the front seat vs. the back seat and moved her coat and hat to the front. Then they both got into the back seat and sat next to each other until Bucky put his arm around her and kissed her. As his kissing grew more intense he invited her onto his lap putting his arms completely around her. At first his kisses were gentle, then became more intense as he began thrusting his tongue onto hers. She returned his efforts equally and it seemed to embolden him. His hand went to her throat and moved down to her breast over top of her dress. Ariel whimpered as he squeezed it gently then fondled it. From there his hand went to the hem of her skirt and he slipped it up the outside of her thigh. She could feel the calluses on his fingers scratch her leg slightly and for a second she tensed, making him hesitate.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked in a whisper, looking imploringly at her.

"No."

She could feel him immediately get hard under her and he swallowed noticeably.

"I'm sorry," His voice was low. "I don't want to break my promise to you but I want you so much."

"It's alright," She touched his face. "I don't want you to have an accident and stain your trousers. We can ..."

"No, I don't want to do it in the back of a car," he interrupted, shaking his head. "Our first time should be special."

"Then we better go back to the apartment," she said calmly. "I'll tell Uncle Merton I had a headache and you can climb in the window. We'll have to be quiet."

"Are you sure?" he asked. "You said you wanted to take it slow."

"That was before you kissed me like you just did," she replied. "Do you have ...?"

He nodded and patted his jacket pocket. "I was hopeful, but not planning on it," he explained.

"We better go then," she said simply and he kissed her again, caressing her face in his hands as he did so.

He rubbed her legs and feet until they were dry and free of sand then did the same to himself. She left her stockings off but put her shoes back on and helped him get his socks and shoes on. He rolled his pant legs back down. They switched into the front seat and he started the car up for the 25 minute drive back to the apartment. Parking a little ways down the street he kissed her at the doorway to the stairs then said he would wait in back for her to appear in the window. She went up and opened the door to the apartment to see Merton reading a book in the living room.

"Is there opera or something you can listen to in your bedroom?" she said. "I changed my mind. It's happening."

He got up, took his book and went into his room while she turned off the lights, locked the door and went into her bedroom, locking that door and turning on her light, as she turned off her brooch recorder. Then she leaned out her window and watched Bucky as he climbed onto the back addition then hoisted himself over her window sill. She pulled the blind down and turned on her radio, tuning it to a radio station playing love songs. Her heart was beating quickly and she felt a strange mixture of anticipation and apprehension as they came closer together. He took his jacket off, placing it on the back of a chair. His vest came off next and was laid on the seat. Then he moved his suspenders off of his shoulders and began to unbutton his shirt, pulling it out of his trousers before removing it and draping it over the jacket. He wore a sleeveless undershirt that accentuated his muscular chest and shoulders. The realization hit Ariel that in either century Bucky would be considered a desirable man based on his physique alone. Tugging on the undershirt she lifted it up and he took it off, tossing it on the chair, making Ariel gasp.

"You're beautiful," she whispered. "Can I touch you?"

"Please," he whispered back, closing his eyes as she ran her hands and fingers over his pectoral muscles.

Gently she kissed his nipples and his breath stopped for a moment as the kiss affected them.

"May I?" he asked as he placed his hands on her dress buttons.

"Yes."

He began unbuttoning her dress, then kissing her collarbone as he exposed it. Gently he undid the clasp of her necklace and laid it on the dresser while she removed her earrings, placing them beside the necklace. When he uncovered her shoulders she pushed the dress further down over her arms then hips and stepped out of it, tossing it onto the chair where his clothes were. He ran his fingers under the straps of her slip then ran his hands down the sides of her body, pulling her close to him as they kissed. She could feel his hard erection against her belly and she raised her arms as he lifted her slip over her head. Undoing her garter belt she tossed it aside and he placed his hands on the skin of her waist as he kissed her again, sensuously for several moments. She unbuttoned his trousers seeing the bulge in his boxers become visible as he lowered his pants and took them off. When Ariel undid her bra and removed it, she took his hand in hers and placed it on her breast, gazing up at him as she did so. His breathing was ragged as he looked at her breasts then at her.

"So beautiful," Bucky murmured as he caressed it. "We can lie down on the bed if you want."

He reached inside his jacket and took a package from the inside pocket, placing it on the nightstand. Then he stood at the light switch and Ariel nodded. It was dark but once their eyes adjusted to it there was enough light from the moon that illuminated the blind from the outside. It bathed the room in a dim light that allowed them both to see everything. As Ariel slipped her panties off Bucky took his boxers off and she breathed in sharply at how well endowed he was. For a moment it seemed like he was up against an immovable barrier as he stood there almost rooted in position, just staring at her. Taking his hand Ariel pulled him closer to her and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her body against his as they kissed. Releasing him she laid on the bed and made room as he laid beside her. Threading his hand into her hair, he kissed her languidly, apparently not in any hurry. It was almost the opposite of what she expected from him.

"You alright?" asked Bucky, after apparently swallowing some nervousness down. "We can stop if you want."

"I want you," she responded. "I want your mouth on me and I want that in me."

With her finger tips grazing down his hardened length his eyes became dreamy and his breathing changed.

"Your hands are so soft," he murmured. "You already told me about being with other men. What do you like?"

"I like it if you go down there and explore," she replied. "Soft touches to start then firmer and more in control as we both get more aroused. I'll go down on you but I don't want you to come ..." she hesitated and Bucky caressed her face.

"I won't," he said, "but I'll like it when I'm in your mouth and you use your tongue on me. I also like it when a girl sits on me, with us facing each other so I can watch her face and touch her, and I do like to touch, everywhere."

They continued caressing, then Bucky's touch moved down her abdomen, tracing inside along her hip. Shifting himself to kneeling between her knees he looked down and smiled then bent over and began softly flicking her folds with his tongue, then inserting it in further. His touch was delicate and it sent goosebumps onto Ariel's arms and legs. He noticed them on her legs and gently caressed them, sending ripples of pleasure through her. Gently he spread her apart and began to nuzzle her clitoris. Her reaction was to raise her pelvis into him which he responded to by pressing down with more force but still in a gentle manner. When he inserted a finger and curled against her g-spot Ariel moaned despite her insistence they had to stay quiet. Bucky stopped for a moment and came up to her face, kissing her intensely, sharing the taste of her.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, in a low throaty voice that filled her with warm desire.

"No," she croaked out a whisper. "It feels so good."

Kissing her deeply for a moment he returned to between her legs and inserted a second finger, all while mouthing her folds and clitoris switching between the flat and the tip of his tongue. With satisfaction he saw and felt her response to his attentions. When she came, arching her back so that her hips were almost off the bed, it forced him to hold her down to finish her off. It made him hard thinking of how she would respond when he was in her. Wiping her slick off his face with his hand he moved back up to lay partially on her and watched her face, still processing the intense reaction of her body after she came. He laid his right hand flat on her belly and caressed it with his fingertips before moving up to her breasts, an action that brought a soft smile to her face.

"You liked that?"

"Uh huh," she breathed then focussed on him. "That was intense for me."

"I know," he answered. "I didn't hold back. I want to give it all to you."

A wave of emotion hit her and she grasped him, burying her face in his neck. It startled him and he enclosed her in his arms, intertwining his legs with hers as she pressed her face onto his skin. There were no words at first as he sensed she needed this feeling of closeness which, he had to admit, felt incredible, and unlike anything he had ever really experienced given all the women he had been with.

"My darling, what is it?" he breathed into her ear.

"Just so much," she answered, "so much that I didn't realize. I want you in me now, before I change my mind. Make love to me, James."

Her use of his given name thrilled him, made him feel like it was just for them and he reached for the package on the night table, opening it and removing the condom from it. Quickly, he rolled it on and laid himself on top of her, guiding himself in. It was obvious he was probably the biggest man she had ever lain with as her mouth opened while she gasped with each penetration deeper into her. Gently he pulled out most of the way before pushing himself in again. She looked at him with hooded eyes and a slow smile crossed her face as his rhythm helped her get used to him. Every thrust pressed into her pubic mound increasing her desire. Used to having most girls lay there while he fucked them Bucky wasn't expecting Ariel to raise her hips into him and wrap her arms and legs around his body to increase her pleasure. Her smooth hands flew over his chest and back, while her soft sounds of arousal spurred him to press into her most sensitive spot so he could hear more of them. Both felt their climax building and Bucky pressed his face into her neck, mouthing and kissing under her ear which brought deep groans out of her throat. Once again her back arched off the bed and he grasped her under her hips thrusting hard into her, willing his own orgasm to occur at the same time as hers. When it did he raised his face up towards the ceiling, and strained as everything came out, barely aware of her hands caressing his face and neck. Only then did he stop and rest himself on top as her arms crossed over his back, clutching him to her chest. Both of them kissed the other and looked deeply into their partner's eyes. A feeling of intense relief flooded through him for a moment threatening to overwhelm him and he struggled to contain it, unsure exactly what was happening with him. Then it hit him like a brick and he said something he never told any girl before.

"My darling love," he whispered. "At last I found you." He rested his head on her chest as she stroked his hair and ran her hands down his back. Then he lifted his head and gazed at her in the dark, trying to find the right words. "Until you, I was with a lot of women but I never felt close to any of them. Ariel, I don't feel alone any more."

His mouth nuzzled her neck and he said nothing more but she could feel how his whole being relaxed after he spoke those words. In her arms he felt complete with a woman for the first time ever. With her he felt like a man who needed nothing else, just Ariel. What was even more incredible was that Ariel felt the same way. She needed nothing else, just Bucky. It was the most incredible and most frightening feeling she had ever felt.