Disclaimer: Everything belongs to The Marvel Universe except for my characters Sophie and Jeremy and any other SOs that become introduced – they are my own creations and are not meant to resemble anyone else's OCs in any way.
A/N: I am so sorry about the delay! I was out of town for a bit and had very little time to write. Plus with everything going on in the world right now it's been pretty difficult to focus. I have been trying to take some time to let my brain go into fantasyland both through books and writing so that's been helpful.
Anyway, I hope the contents and the length of this chapter make up for how long it took me to post! Also, there will be an avalanche of music for those of you that listen along lol.
Please enjoy and don't forget that a short review can go a long way.
Chapter 16: Birthday Presents
Bucky pulled his t-shirt on over his head, then sat down and tugged on his gym socks. His phone buzzed from where it sat on the bedside table, causing his eyes to dart over. Reaching for it with his right hand, his vibranium fingers slipped into Alpine's soft fur as she lay pressed against his left thigh. A loud and content purr vibrated through his leg as he read the text from Sophie.
Sophie: You at home? I really need to see you.
Heart beating slightly faster than it was a moment ago, he continued to stare at the message, unblinking. Mind whirring, Bucky tried to figure out what to do. He wanted to see her. He always wanted to see her. But he wasn't sure he could handle sex with her right now. The guilt of asking Sam to set up a date ate at him. Nothing had been arranged yet and he would tell her the minute it was, but he couldn't help feeling like he was doing something wrong.
But you're not. This was always a temporary arrangement with the understanding that it wasn't going to be anything serious or romantic.
And yet, she needed him and God help him, he couldn't bring himself to say no to her. He sighed and slowly typed out a response.
…
Sophie's phone buzzed in her hand and she unlocked it as quickly as she could. Bucky's text set her alight. Heart pounding in anticipation of working out the stress, she stepped into the subway.
Bucky: I'm home. Come on over.
The ride was blessedly short and before she knew it, she was knocking on his front door. She had every intention of greeting him with a searing kiss, but when he opened the door everything changed. He wore a slightly guarded look, brows creased with concern as he greeted her.
"Hey," he said softly. "What's wrong?"
Sophie felt her heart pounding for a completely different reason. She kicked off her shoes and then looked at his face, eyes roaming over every handsome detail. His expression was so caring and earnest that the tension that had been building inside of her finally snapped. Bottom lip quivering, she sucked in a deep breath, trying to hold it in. But it was no use. Bucky reached out for her and she immediately crumbled.
"Hey, hey. Come here," his voice was a gentle caress as he pulled her into his chest, holding her tight.
Burying her face against him, she let the tears flow freely. Truth be told, she wasn't even sure why she was crying. But ever since the last time they slept together, she'd had this feeling of unease winding its way through her body. If she were being completely honest with herself, it had probably been there for longer than that. Maybe ever since the night she found out about Jeremy. But at the time it had been something easy to ignore. Now she could see that it had been steadily growing, like something sinister sneaking through the shadows, taking root in her very soul. Sophie couldn't quite put a name to the feeling, though it exploded from her gut and gripped her heart like a vise.
So she found herself relieving the pressure the only way she could, through tears spilling over onto Bucky's pristine heather gray shirt. He slowly guided her over to his couch, never fully releasing her. Then he stretched out across it, back resting against the pillows, and gently pulled Sophie down on top of him. She settled between his legs, curled up against his chest and let him hold her.
"Shhh, I'm right here. I've got you," he murmured to her as he tucked her head under his chin.
She let her body completely relax into his embrace, eyes fluttering shut when she felt his metal fingers scrape against her scalp. They ran through her hair, then went back up again, and repeat.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No," she whispered.
Sophie honestly didn't know what to say. This emotion was swallowing her whole, wrecking her from the inside out. It had emerged so suddenly she was left staggering and all she could do was hold onto Bucky like a lifeline as her chest heaved. She felt his arms tighten around her but instead of bringing her comfort it only made her heart ache more. She squeezed her eyes shut tight, fingers curling into his now ruined shirt.
…
Her eyes cracked open, feeling puffy and swollen from crying. It took her a moment to adjust, brain fogged and confused as she took in the dim light streaming through the window. Bucky's chest moved up and down in a slow rhythm beneath her cheek.
"Hey," he whispered hoarsely from beneath her.
She felt his vibranium fingers brush her cheek as he pushed the hair off her face.
"We fell asleep," she croaked.
"We fell asleep."
"I'm sorry I ruined your afternoon."
Her head jostled as let out a low laugh.
"I didn't have any grand plans."
"You were dressed for the gym."
"Not the end of the world if I missed a workout doll."
Sophie shifted her head so it rested against Bucky's jaw. The torment that had filled her seemed to have gone back in its cage for now. In its place, there was left a feeling of contentment and nostalgia. Bucky turned slightly and place a tender kiss against her forehead. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as the world abruptly shifted and it felt like nothing had ever changed between them. They were suddenly back to where they had always been — two best friends who knew each other completely, who felt comfortable and ever at ease around one another, who could always talk and share without fear of judgment.
"I don't know what's wrong. I just feel…off."
Bucky nodded slowly, understanding the feeling all too well.
"You think it's because your birthday is coming up on Saturday?"
"I don't know. Maybe."
He hummed in response, his fingers lazily running up and down her spine. They both grew quiet, each one lost in thought. But the moment had to end at some point.
"I need to pee," Sophie confessed.
She felt Bucky smile against her forehead as his arms released her.
"I should feed Alpine."
At the mention of her name, the feline perked up from the back of the couch where she too had been dozing. They untangled themselves and stood up. When Sophie emerged from the bathroom, she found Bucky leaning against the breakfast bar on his forearms as Alpine devoured her food at his feet. They locked eyes and stared at each other quietly for a beat. The silence felt comfortable, yet intimate, in a way that it hadn't in a long time. But with it came a heaviness that settled over their hearts. Sophie sighed as Bucky shifted his weight and looked away.
"I should go," she said softly.
His gaze flew back to hers and brows knit in confusion.
"What? No."
"What do you mean 'no'?" She laughed lightly.
"I don't want you to go."
His response caught her off guard and she blinked at him stupidly before replying.
"Why not?"
"You look really…sad. Just stay, Sophie."
Her heart jumped into her throat.
"Ok."
"Good. Come on."
He came around the breakfast bar and held his hand out to her. She took it immediately, their palms connecting. Despite everything, despite their friendship and their intimacies, holding hands wasn't something that they'd frequently done. They'd walked arm in arm, or with his arm draped over her shoulder. They'd hugged, they'd kissed, hell they'd done everything. But holding hands was the one thing they very rarely ever did. And Sophie suddenly found herself at an utter loss of an explanation for it. And yet the gesture felt natural, almost like a near final puzzle piece falling into place. Squeezing her hand gently, he led them back to the couch. They resumed their previous positions and Bucky handed her the remote as he picked up his phone.
"Here, find us something to watch while I order some dinner. Nothing too sappy. You've cried enough for one night," he teased.
"I never ate lunch," Sophie suddenly realized as her stomach let out a loud growl.
"Seriously?" Bucky frowned down at her as best as he could from his position.
"I came over here and then…" she shrugged.
He sighed before diverting his attention back to the task at hand.
"Italian?"
"Sure."
"Sure? You must not be feeling well. When's the last time you agreed to the first thing I suggested?"
She shrugged again. Bucky's left hand dropped down, still holding the phone, as his right palm dragged up and down her back.
"Talk to me Soph. What's wrong?"
She shook her head, "I told you. I don't know. I'm just feeling down."
His large palm pressed against her temple as he laid a kiss on her forehead.
"Then I guess I better order some chocolate cake too, huh?"
Sophie couldn't help the small laugh that slipped past her lips. The sudden uptick of his heartbeat beneath her ear didn't escape her notice.
"How's this?" She asked him as she landed on a tried and true romantic comedy.
"Whatever you want doll," he whispered.
…
"Cheers to finally making it to a proper brunch," Natasha smirked as she clinked her mimosa glass against Sophie's.
Sophie sat back in her chair and took a long sip of her cocktail. It had been too long since she and Nat had had time to hang out like this and she was happy to get some girl time in with her friend.
"So. Exactly one week until your big day. We need to talk plans."
Sophie rolled her eyes but still smiled at the woman across from her.
"I don't want —"
"Yeah yeah, I know. You don't want a birthday party. Barnes told me."
"If I say yes to a party you know that Tony will make it some huge thing and I don't want that. I hate being the center of attention. I don't even really want to celebrate my birthday," she groused.
"I don't see why not. You've accomplished a lot in the 30 years you've been on this planet."
She couldn't help the grin that spread on her face at Nat's compliment.
"I have, haven't I?"
"So why not celebrate?"
"I don't know. I've just been in such a funk lately."
"Why? Did something happen?"
"Not really."
She gave a small shrug but stared out the window instead of looking Nat in the eye.
"Maybe even more reason to have a party then?"
"No. I think I want…I need…"
Nat cocked her head and observed her friend. Then their food arrived, giving her something else to focus on.
"What do you need?"
"I think I just need a night to completely cut loose. To just forget everything."
"Ok…"
"I want to get dressed up and feel sexy and desirable. I want to throw back the drinks and dance with you and maybe a few hot strangers. I want to get lost in the moment and forget that anything exists outside of the bubble I'm in."
"And will you be going home with any of these hot strangers?"
A sly smirk appeared on Sophie's face.
"Who knows?"
Natasha laughed. Then her smile faded and she scrutinized her friend.
"Are you ok?"
"I'm fine," she lied.
"Bucky won't let you be so reckless."
"I know. That's why he's not invited."
A snort of surprise escaped Nat as she nearly choked on her mimosa.
"I'm sorry, what? Does he know that?"
"Just you and me babe. And yes, I've told him. He gets to take me out for breakfast."
"And he's ok with that?"
"It's not up to him."
"Well damn girl."
"What?"
The glare that she sent her friend was a clear warning not to continue this conversation. But Natasha had never been one to back off. So she plowed on.
"I don't know. I guess I just thought that now that you're both single…"
"Nat, just because we're single doesn't mean that there's interest there."
Sophie's stomach twisted in knots. If Bucky had wanted to explore anything more with her then surely he would have said something by now. She felt the familiar sensation of agitation and frustration creeping up her spine. Attempting to mentally shake herself, she reminded herself that she was fine with how things were between them. They'd had a comfortable, sex-free evening together earlier in the week and she'd been happy. Really happy.
That's all you need with Bucky.
Natasha continued to stare at her friend, thoughts racing.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Do you want there to be interest?"
"Oh my God. You're not going to let this go are you?"
They stared each other down over their empty plates as a waiter came and placed fresh mimosas in front of them.
"I just want to make sure you're happy. And that you're not potentially throwing something away out of fear. Don't think I haven't noticed that you didn't actually answer my question either."
"Aren't you the pot calling the kettle black?" Sophie grumbled quietly into her glass.
"Not anymore," Natasha smirked back at her as she took a sip of her own drink.
"Whaaattt?!"
"Steve finally grew a pair and asked me out. Properly."
"And you said yes, right?!"
Nat bit her lip as her eyes drifted upwards.
"We're going out tonight."
Sophie squealed.
"Shhhh. We're in public!"
"Who cares?! You two have been running around each other forever and I'm just so happy for you!"
"Thanks. I'm actually…pretty excited. And…a little nervous."
"You? Nervous?"
"Imagine that, right?"
But her smile faltered.
"What is it Nat?"
"It's just that…I've never really been out on a real date. Not, you know, a real and genuine date where the guy knows everything about me. Where I'm just…me."
Sophie reached across the table and covered Nat's hand with her own. She gave it a gentle squeeze.
"But see, that's the thing. Steve already knows it all. And he still wants you."
Natasha smiled and flipped her hand over, squeezing Sophie back. Then a pitying look crossed her face and she let go, sitting back.
"Oh Sophie," she sighed.
"What?"
"Sometimes I wish you could see everything through my eyes."
"And why is that?"
Natasha smiled softly at her friend.
"Because I think sometimes all you need is a different perspective."
…
The woman who looked back at her in the mirror was familiar, and yet not. Sophie analyzed every detail of her face. Every blemish, every tiny wrinkle, the curve of her mouth and the color of her eyes. She was herself, and yet she wasn't who she thought she'd be. Tonight, on the eve of her 30th birthday, she realized that there were choices that she'd made that she wished she could change. Decisions that seemed so insignificant at the moment but had ended up shaping the coarse of her life thus far.
The conversation that she'd had with Natasha last weekend still bothered her. It was like she was telling her she was on the wrong path, or making more wrong decisions. And then there was this newly budding relationship that she had with Steve. Although Sophie was thrilled that their first date went well, she couldn't help but feel a little jealous too. They had connected in a way that was so pure and simple, and it left Sophie feeling more alone than ever.
…
"How did it go?!"
"It was…good. It was really good."
"What did you guys do?"
"Well…you know Steve. He's so old school. He picked me up on his bike with a bouquet of red roses. No one's ever given me flowers before. Not like that. Then we went to dinner and the conversation was just easy."
"Did you do anything else?"
"We went to a movie. He picked something sappy and romantic and even had the nerve to put his arm around me while we watched. Then we got ice cream after."
"That sounds so sweet Nat."
"It was. It was just such a simple and pressure free date. I had worked myself up so bad. I was sure it would be a disaster. But somehow Steve just made it…easy. And at the end of the night, he walked me to my door and kissed me on the cheek."
"On the cheek?!"
"At first I was annoyed, but honestly, I'm kind of glad that's all he did."
"You sound really happy."
"I am Sophie. We already have another date planned. Maybe he'll actually kiss me on the lips this time!" She laughed. "I just suddenly feel like a school girl talking about her first crush. This is ridiculous."
"It's not ridiculous Nat. You like him. And he likes you…the real you. That means a lot."
"Yeah," she agreed. "It really does."
…
Releasing an audible exhale, Sophie gripped the edge of the bathroom counter, looking down at the sink. She hadn't noticed Bucky standing behind her, watching her. Coming closer, he enveloped her smaller frame in his large arms, causing her to jump slightly in surprise. His vibranium arm wrapped around her waist as his right hand slipped below the waistband of her pj shorts. Sophie sighed and leaned back into him as his lips gently pressed to her neck and his fingers grazed her clit. Eyes fluttering shut, her hand reached up and gripped his bicep.
"Bucky…what are you doing?" She asked him quietly.
"Giving you what you need," his reply was just as soft.
"But I haven't ask you for anything."
"You don't have to."
A light moan escaped her lips. Brows creasing she turned her face into his arm as he continued to play with her. Bucky watched her face carefully in the mirror. The sight of her in his arms like this aroused him more than he thought possible. But it wasn't about him right now. Something was bothering Sophie. She'd told him she didn't want to talk about it, but he was determined to make her feel better anyway.
"What's wrong?" He whispered into her ear. "Do you want me to stop? You can always say no if you're not feeling it."
"I know. Everything's fine. Keep going," her breaths were coming heavy now. "Don't you dare stop."
He licked up the side of her neck as a finger slipped inside of her. Sophie moaned, hips bucking slightly. He pumped her a few times before adding a finger. Her hold on his arm and the counter tightened, knuckles turning white.
"That's it baby."
His hot breath fanned across the back of her ear, sending shivers up and down her spine. The heel of his hand suddenly pressed on her sensitive nub in time with his fingers and she gasped. She felt his arm squeeze her closer as her legs grew weak with the impending orgasm. He was building her up, moving her ever closer to the peak. Sophie's head lolled backwards, resting against his shoulder just as her hips began to move on their own. Bucky increased his pace, going faster, pressing harder.
"Come for me darlin."
His voice was ragged and Sophie could feel his erection pressing into her lower back. And then she was toppling over the edge at last. She whimpered and moaned, her body moving wildly as he helped her ride out the pleasure. Feeling pleasantly like jelly, she allowed Bucky to support her as she caught her breath. Then he stooped down and picked her up bridal style, carrying her to his bed. Laying her down, he surprised Sophie when, instead of joining her, he walked over to the other side of the bed and slid under the covers.
"What are you doing?"
"Going to sleep? It's late."
Her eyes drifted to the clock. 1am stared back at her.
"You don't want me to return the favor?"
"Not tonight birthday girl."
"It's not my birthday yet."
"Ok fine. Not tonight almost-birthday girl."
Sophie frowned.
"Why not?"
"Because. I just wanted to do something for you. I'm not expecting anything in return."
She looked at him and her heart swelled at how earnest he looked.
"Well, what if I want to? Consider it a birthday gift?"
Bucky laughed at that.
"What the hell are you talking about? What I just gave you was an early present," he grinned cheekily. "Besides, I have a real present for you tomorrow."
"Then consider me greedy and let me have this too. I want to watch your face as you lose control."
He choked on whatever words he had been planning on parrying with. All humor left his face as Sophie pulled back the covers, eased off his boxers, and gently took his still stiff cock in her hand.
"Sophie."
Bucky's voice had grown soft and serious.
"Let me," she whispered as she locked eyes with him. "I want to watch you."
Swallowing hard, he tried to moisten his suddenly dry throat. Sophie positioned herself between his legs and bent down, her soft lips wrapping around his thick shaft. She had been truthful when she told him that she wanted to see his face as she pleasured him. They'd been together so many times now, but she was always too wrapped up in everything Bucky was doing to her to really observe him. And for some reason, after what he did in the bathroom, after the way he watched her intently in the mirror, she wanted to do the same. She wanted to memorize everything about him as he came apart underneath her.
There was a sharp intake of breath from somewhere above her the moment she took him in her mouth. Bucky's eyes fluttered shut and his head tipped backwards. Fingers digging into the sheets, his exhale came out in a whoosh as Sophie's head began to bob up and down. Peering up at him, she swirled her tongue around the smooth head, tasting him.
"F-Fuck!"
His voice was strangled, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling now. She felt his fingers tangle in her hair as he applied gentle pressure to her head, guiding her. Sophie could see his chest heaving in shallow breaths while he struggled not to thrust into her mouth. Doubling down on her effort, she pressed her lips firmly around his solid shaft, sucking and licking as she moved. He groaned, fingers tightening around her head, hips moving in time with her mouth now. She smiled to herself, determined to make him completely lose control.
Gently skimming her teeth against him, she released his cock and moved down to run her tongue along the inside of his thigh, first one then the other. He moaned loudly, then tried to tug her back up. Grinning, she positioned her mouth right above the head of his cock and blew gently. She watched him closely. His eyes were closed tight again and he swallowed thickly. Something that sounded suspiciously like a whine escaped his lips. She waited, continuing to hover. At last, he opened his eyes and glanced down towards her. Taking the opportunity she had been waiting for, her tongue darted out and licked the precum off his tip. He bucked, unable to control himself as a loud moan tore out of his mouth. Sophie couldn't help the smile that emerged. Bucky watched her, eyes glued to her mouth, as she opened her lips and slowly brought them around him once more.
"Yyyeeessssss," he hissed.
Laying his head back on the pillow, his vibranium fingers tangled into her hair once more. She took up a fast rhythm, nearly pulling him out completely before coming back down. Unable to fully take him in her mouth, she wrapped her right hand around his base and used the left to tug gently at his balls.
"S-Sophie…oh God yes."
She could feel his body tensing and his cock stiffening in her mouth as she applied more pressure with her lips. Desperately wanting to see his face, she pulled off of him, eliciting a whimper of disappointment from Bucky. But not a second later, her hand replaced her mouth and she continued at the same pace. He moaned, his hands grasping tightly onto the sheets. Hips moving frantically, Sophie watched with fascination as his brows scrunched and mouth dropped open slightly. His chest heaved and he bucked hard into her hand. The raspy groan that he let out had her spellbound as at last, he released himself over and over. Both her hand and his stomach were covered in cum by the time he finally stilled. Letting go of him gently, she sat back on her heels and watched his face. Slowly, his eyes opened and, lips still parted, he stared up at the ceiling in a daze.
"Holy shit," he managed to whisper.
Sophie smiled to herself.
"I'll be right back."
While she went to the bathroom to clean up, Bucky continued to lay there in shock over what had just happened. That had not been something he'd been expecting whatsoever. It certainly wasn't something he was going to complain about, but for some reason it had left him feeling dumfounded and off-kilter. Sophie emerged from the bathroom and handed him a warm washcloth, then slid into bed. After cleaning up, Bucky tossed it somewhere on the floor and turned towards her. She had her back to him, so he scooted over until they were spooning. His lips made featherlight contact with the side of her neck.
"Goodnight Sophie."
"Goodnight James."
And with that sudden use of his given name, Bucky felt his entire body fill with warmth and contentment. He pulled Sophie tightly against his chest, holding her close until they fell asleep.
…
Sophie awoke the next morning to the delicious smell of coffee and food. Cracking her eyes open, she found Bucky, clad in just boxer briefs, standing beside the bed with a tray in hand. It was laden with a plate of fresh blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs, turkey bacon and sliced fruit. A large mug of coffee stood next to the plate. Smiling, she stretched and sat up, allowing him to place the tray over her lap. It balanced nicely on its legs while Sophie wiggled beneath it until she was comfortable.
"Happy birthday Soph," Bucky told her as he placed a kiss on her crown.
"Thanks Bucky. This is really sweet. How long have you been up?"
"Long enough to shower, cook breakfast, and eat myself," he grinned at her.
"Well damn. You didn't have enough time to go to the gym? You lazy sloth."
Bucky laughed, then slid into bed beside her, propping himself up on his left elbow. He watched as she took a bite of her pancakes.
"Good?"
"Oh my God. How do you cook this well?"
His right shoulder went up in a shrug.
"It's just something I've always enjoyed. Helps me relax and think. I used to always help my Ma in the kitchen. I guess it brings me back to that time I spent with her."
Sophie smiled gently at him. She'd always known his love of cooking but she'd never heard that story.
"Well it's delicious. If you ever decide to quiet the Avengers, I'll hire you as my person chef."
Bucky laughed again.
"As if you could afford me."
"Depends on what currency we're using," she replied cheekily.
"Oh, so that's how it is? Then maybe it's something I should consider."
A snort escaped her as she continued to shovel food into her mouth. When she was full at last, he took the tray from her and set it on the floor, then resumed his previous position.
"So? Want your real birthday present?"
"You mean you think last night was fake? I'm not that good of an actress."
"Darlin, trust me, I'd know if you were faking it."
"Whatever you say."
"Do you want your present or not?"
"Yes please!" She giggled.
Bucky pulled out a small black box from under his pillow. For a split second, all logic and reason flew out the window and Sophie's heart stopped. She could hardly breathe, unable to blink, unable to look away. He cocked his head slightly, watching her.
"You ok?"
She sucked in a deep breath and reached for the box.
"Yeah, of course. You've just never really given me anything before. Not like this."
"You don't even know what it is. You might hate it. And anyway, it's a big birthday. Besides, I didn't think it was really appropriate to give you anything other than flowers before…when you were…you know, with Jeremy."
Fingers closing around the box, she stared at him as a funny feeling spread throughout her body.
"There's no way I could hate it."
"How do you know?"
"Because it came from you," she whispered.
He looked back at her, his expression inscrutable. At last, she tugged the box out of his grasp and with shaking fingers that she attempted to hide, she opened it up. A feeling of disappointment plummeted through her, immediately making her feel stupid and confused at her own reaction. But inside she found a beautiful, small, gold half heart hanging off a thin, gold, spiral chain. She blinked at it a few times, fingers running over the intricate weave in the metal that made the charm glitter with the tiniest of movements. It may not have been what she'd stupidly been expecting, but it was beautiful nonetheless. Her startled eyes snapped to Bucky's. He wore an apprehensive look as he watched her.
"James…it's so pretty."
"It's a BFF necklace," he said softly.
Though he grinned at her impishly, she could tell by his voice and the look in his eye that he was nervous. He was actually afraid she might hate it. Sophie's heart skipped a beat.
"I love it."
He arched an eyebrow at her, "You're not lying are you? Because if you don't like it, I can take it back and you can pick out something else."
"I'd never lie to you. But where's your half?!" She laughed.
Bucky grinned up at her.
"Well, it's a little too feminine for me. Besides I think I have enough precious metal on my body," he stated as he glanced pointedly at his left arm.
"Good point. So what'd you do with it?"
"Welllll…"
Clucking his tongue a few times, he got Alpine's attention. She perked up from where she'd been lounging at the foot of their bed. Stretching leisurely, she sauntered over to her human, head butting him in greeting. Bucky gently picked her up and ran his fingers through her thick fur. Sophie watched as he revealed a brand new, skinny cat collar. And right there, hanging off of it, was the other half heart.
"Awww," she reached over and plucked the feline from his arms. "So Alpine is my BFF?"
Snuggling the cat for a moment, she put her back down on the bed and turned to face Bucky with a sly grin on her face.
"Well, we are co-owners, right? Felt appropriate."
Sophie stared at him for a moment before she suddenly leaned over and impulsively kissed him on the lips, leaning away just as quickly.
"Thank you Bucky. Really."
He blinked at her in surprise for a moment, then cleared his throat.
"Here, can I help you put it on?"
Handing over the box, she turned her back to him. Trying hard not to shiver as he brushed all her hair over her right shoulder, she took ahold of it and lifted it up, out of the way. He clasped the necklace behind her, allowing the pendant to drop down and rest against her chest. Glancing down, she pressed the half heart closer to her.
"I love it," she whispered.
"Good."
She felt his arms drop away from her. Slowly lowering onto the bed, she lay on her back but turned her head to face him.
"So what are your plans for the rest of the day?" He asked her.
"Well, I was going to go home and just hole up with a book and a blanket for a few hours. I've got a massage and facial this afternoon. Then probably pack a bit since I'm going to my mom's in two days. And then Nat and I are doing dinner and dancing tonight."
Bucky's eyes briefly fell down to the blanket between them.
"You're not upset with me, are you?"
"Nah. It's you're birthday. You get to do whatever you want."
Although he said all the right words, Sophie couldn't help but wonder if that was hurt that she saw in his eyes. Brushing the thought away, she turned to fully face him.
"What are your plans for the day?"
"I'll probably hit the gym for a bit, get some chores done…I need groceries bad. You're eating me out of house and home…"
"ME?! I'm sorry, you must have thought you were speaking to your reflection!"
Tipping his head backwards, Bucky let out a hearty laugh.
"That sounds like a boring day."
"Sometimes boring is good."
His eyes took on a glassy look for a moment before snapping back to attention.
"Anyway, I'm meeting the guys for dinner so that'll be fun."
"Well good, I'm glad."
Sophie stretched again.
"I'm going to take a quick shower if that's ok, and then head on out?"
"Be my guest birthday girl."
…
Sophie took a step back and admired herself in the mirror. Her little black dress clung to her curves, accentuating her tiny waist and perky bottom. The square neckline displayed her bust in a way she didn't typically do and the low cut V back gave it another touch of sexiness. She had styled her auburn waves so they tumbled down her back and framed her face. Black rimmed smokey eyes stared back at her as she leaned in again and added another swipe of nude lipstick. Satisfied with the makeup, she fastened her gold hoops and stepped into her black spiked heels just as her phone rang.
"Hello?" She asked into the phone as she turned her head this way and that, examining her handiwork.
"Sophie," Nat's voice gave her all the warning she needed.
"Oh no. Not tonight Nat?"
"I'm so sorry. It's an emergency situation and unfortunately I'm the best one for the job."
"There's really no one else?"
"Wanda, maybe. But she's already on another mission. I'm so sorry Sophie."
Sophie sighed into the phone.
"It's ok. Another time."
"You should still go out. Please, don't stay home and mope. Take Bucky and go dancing."
"First of all, I just achieved the perfect wing. On both eyes. There's no way I'm wasting that. Second, you're not doing this just to get me to take Bucky, are you?"
"Although that sounds like exactly the kind of devious thing I would do, no. You can check with Tony."
Sophie laughed.
"I'm still going to go dancing but I think I'll go solo."
"Oh come on. That's just sad."
"No it isn't. There's nothing wrong with me being my own wingwoman. You know exactly why I never intended to invite anyone else."
"Yeah yeah. Just be careful, ok?"
"Yes ma'am."
"And have fun."
"Oh I intend to!"
…
Bucky took a long drink from his beer glass as Steve laughed at something dumb Sam said. He shook his head at their antics and set the glass down just as Steve turned to him.
"I still can't believe Sophie wouldn't let us throw her a birthday party. What's up with that?"
"Why are you asking me?"
"Because you two are thick as thieves."
Bucky laughed.
"Even I don't always know what's going through her head. She said no party, so no party."
"Well no party is one thing. But to celebrate completely on your own? You sure she's not mad at you?" Sam chimed in.
"She's not alone. She's with Nat."
Sam and Steve exchanged a look.
"What?"
"No she's not," Steve said slowly. "Nat got pulled for a mission. Left an hour ago…Sophie didn't tell you?"
Bucky stared at his friends in shock. She hadn't told him. He hadn't heard from her since after her massage when she'd texted him and joked that from now on she was getting one every weekend. He felt a pang of disappointment knowing that she would have rather been by herself on her birthday than with him. Attempting to hide his reaction, he took another large swig of his beer.
"No," he replied at last as he set the glass back on the table. "She didn't tell me."
"Everything ok with you two? Did something happen?" Steve asked gently.
Bucky shrugged.
"Everything's fine. I saw her this morning. We had breakfast. She wanted to do her own thing tonight, that's not a crime. It's not like I'm her boyfriend."
Sam toyed with the condensation on his own glass, eyes downcast. Steve studied his best friend for a moment longer. He looked like he was going to say something else but finally relented.
"Ok."
…
(Feel Alright - T3NZU)
Sophie threw back another shot, letting the contents warm her from the inside out as the alcohol seeped through her body. She smiled coyly at the handsome stranger a few stools down the bar from her. Thanking him for paying for her drink without so much as a single word, her expression doing the talking for her. Sliding off her stool, she made her way out onto the dance floor. It was packed with gyrating bodies moving to the beat of the music. Closing her eyes, Sophie began to move and sway. The energy of the place thrummed through her as the bass shook the floor beneath her feet.
A body pressed up against her from behind. Turning her head slightly she could tell it was the stranger from the bar. She smiled to herself and continued to dance with him. A few minutes into the song, she could feel his stiff erection as it pressed into her rear. For a moment, she allowed herself to feel proud that she could do that to a man. She let herself feel sexy and wanted as she desperately tried to hold onto the slight buzz that was quickly slipping away. That fuzzy feeling in her head that kept her from feeling guilty in this moment. Closing her eyes, she let herself feel the music, allowing it to take over while she continued to sway her body in time with the beat.
The stranger's hands landed on her hips and began to glide up her sides. Without permission from her conscious mind, a fantasy emerged in her still hazy mind. It was someone else's hands on her body. Someone entirely different pressed up behind her. With her eyes still closed, she could practically feel his lips on her neck while vibranium fingers pressed into her flesh. The image was so jarring that she stumbled. Eyes flying open, she took in a sharp breath and stepped away from the stranger. Without a word, she shoved past the other dancers until she found herself sitting in an empty booth on the sidelines. Sophie's eyes were wide as she tried to slow her suddenly racing heart.
What the fuck?! What is wrong with me? It's the alcohol. It has to be the alcohol.
(Ocean of Tears - Imanbek, DVBBS)
But deep down she knew she wasn't nearly drunk enough to blame it on that. There were other thoughts too. Things that had been dwelling in the recesses of her mind for some time now. Things that she didn't want to think about. That she didn't want brought into the light. But her mind's defenses were down and there was nothing to distract her. If anything, the thoughts and feelings were intensified by her surroundings. Desperate to lock everything back up, she shoved away from the booth and went back to the bar, immediately requesting water. After chugging down her first glass, she requested another, then sat there nursing it as she looked out onto the dance floor. Although the buzz of alcohol was slowly starting to seep away, the water hadn't had its intended effect. Sophie felt an empty ache deep in her chest as one of the truths slipped out into her mind, blinking at her with neon lights: She missed Bucky.
God damn it. I wish he were here.
Casting her eyes downward, she suddenly wondered why she'd ever told him not to come. There was nothing here that she would have missed out on. And maybe it would have been different had Nat been there with her, since they hardly ever danced with anyone but each other when they went out together. But that was a moot point now. She downed half the glass, looking back out at the dancing crowd. There were other thoughts now, struggling to emerge. She could feel the first pangs of heartache starting as they crept closer to the forefront of her mind. The real reasons behind asking Bucky to stay behind. Eyes fluttering shut for a moment, she tried to breathe deeply, focusing on the music.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shove the thoughts away that had already manifested. She wanted Bucky there. She wanted to be with him in this moment. She wanted to feel his lips on hers and his arms holding her tight. She knew she could convince herself it was just a sexual need, if she tried hard enough. Taking out her phone, she texted Bucky without bothering to look at the time. The moment she hit send she regretted it as 1:30am lit up her screen.
Sophie: I need you. Come pick me up?
She didn't even have to wait a full minute before a reply came through.
Bucky: Where are you?
Sophie texted him the name and address of the club.
Bucky: I'm at the gym. Can be there in about 20 minutes. Will you be ok?
She texted him back a thumbs up. Sucking in a deep breath, she exhaled forcefully. If he was at the gym at this hour it meant he was having trouble sleeping. Whether it was from a nightmare or anxiety related she didn't know. But she was grateful he was awake. And then she instantly felt guilty for thinking that.
How fucking self-centered can you be?
Another thought entered her mind at once. Sophie knew exactly how to help him destress and unwind. It worked for her and she'd seen it work for him as well. She thought back to the previous night. To her mouth around him. To how his face looked and his body reacted. She felt herself immediately grow wet. A gin and tonic was suddenly set down in front of her. Her eyes jerked over to the bartender.
"From the guy down there," he tipped his head to her left, indicating the man who was staring at her.
Sophie looked at the glass for a moment, then picked it up in a silent salute. Taking a hearty gulp, she got off the stool and set back out onto the dance floor, eagerly awaiting Bucky's arrival.
…
Bucky stalked past the line of people still waiting to enter the new club despite the late hour. He rolled up the sleeves of his t-shirt as he went, pausing right outside the entrance to look up at its name dubiously. Heaven/Hell glared at him in bright red letters above the closed doors. A bouncer approached him, arms crossed. He was a large man, but not as large as Bucky.
"Get in line Pal."
Bucky leveled him with a bored stare.
"I'm not here to dance. I'm here to pick someone up," he stated as he ran his left hand through his hair, purposely displaying the vibranium arm.
The metal gleamed menacingly in the low light. Even if the man in front of him didn't know what it could do, he recognized the limb for what it was — something dangerous. Staring at it for a moment longer, he relented. Nodding his head once, the bouncer stepped aside and let Bucky through.
(Get Ur Freak On, slowed + reverb — slo, twilight)
The music thrummed through him the moment he stepped inside. A foreboding feeling settled deep down as he made his way through the dark hallway. The walls were painted a deep red and low lights flickered as he passed. The base vibrating through his body did little to set him at ease. He emerged at last into the club's main room. The majority was devoted to a large dance floor. Highboys and booths lined the edges and a massive U shaped bar took over the back of the room. The dark red of the hallway continued to cover the walls, but the ceiling was now a mesmerizing swirl of endlessly moving black and silver. It flowed and cascaded down to cover the entire back wall of the bar. Although he knew it was likely meant to imitate the night sky, to Bucky it seemed something more akin to the aether, setting him on edge more than he cared to admit.
His eyes scanned over the bar, trying to locate Sophie. When he found that she wasn't there, he began to analyze the dance floor. It was interrupted in several areas by raised platforms, like miniature stages. Some held cages with scantily clad dancers, others seemed open for the patrons to climb up and enjoy. Bucky frowned. This was not Sophie's typical style.
"Fucking Natasha," he muttered under his breath.
Then, just as he was about to make his rounds through the sidelines, his eyes caught on one of the platforms. He nearly stopped breathing. Sophie stood atop the tiny stage, her body popping and swirling in perfect rhythm to the beat. The look on her face was sultry as her thick waves slipped through her fingers. For several moments, Bucky was spellbound. Until he was knocked out of it by a sheer rage that licked up his spine like fire. He watched as some guy climbed up onto the platform with Sophie, positioning himself behind her. The man's hand rested lightly on her left hip as he began to dance with her. Bucky stayed rooted to the spot, convinced that at any moment, Sophie would send him packing. But instead, she looked over her shoulder and made eye contact with the guy, a small smile slipping onto her face. Then she dropped down, her ass dragging along his legs as she made a slow ascent back to standing. Bucky could practically see the man's hard on from where he stood. A jealously and possessiveness like he'd never known washed over him.
What the fuck?! Can't he tell she's drunk?!
Fuming, he went down the three steps that took him to the dance floor. He began to shove his way through the crowd until before long, people were scampering out of his way, the sea of bodies parting before him. Bucky got to the base of the platform Sophie was on in record time. Placing his right palm flat on its floor, he boosted himself up effortlessly. She was momentarily stunned to see him, not having noticed his approach so lost in the music as she was. Then a large smile split her face and his heart stuttered.
"Bucky! You're here!"
His eyes shifted to the man still behind her.
"Get the fuck away form her," he commanded, cold and calm.
The guy put his palms up placatingly.
"Woah. Sorry man. Didn't know she was taken."
Bucky didn't respond, his attention turning back to Sophie.
"Let's go."
"Oooohhh, come on. Dance with me for a bit first!" She whined.
"Last time I checked, you didn't want me to dance with you," he growled back. "You called me here to pick you up. Let's go."
Sophie pouted, the contents of the last gulp of gin and tonic still sloshing around in her brain somewhat. Frowning in annoyance, he dropped down to one knee. Then, grabbing her just under her ass, he surged up, effectively tossing her over his right shoulder. She squealed in surprise. Bucky jumped down from the platform smoothly, barely jostling her in the process. Sophie laughed at the absurdity of her situation.
"Bucky, put me down. Come on, I'll walk!"
Her hair swayed back and forth as he ignored her and continued to make his way out of the club. Their progress was halted a moment later as a second bouncer stepped in their way.
"Is there a problem here?"
"Bucky!" Sophie whined again, then swatted at his ass.
"Yeah, the problem is she's drunk and she needs to go home," he growled back.
The bouncer eyed them both.
"Miss, are you ok to go with him?"
Bucky's eyes narrowed into a dangerous glare.
"Of course she is."
"I wasn't asking you."
"He's fine. Just a prickly and overbearing teddy bear," she responded. Then, "Bucky, I'm about to give everyone a show."
Bucky turned his head to the right, nose nearly hitting her ass. He grimaced at how high her hem had ridden up. Grabbing her dress, he yanked it back down, then turned back to the bouncer.
"Move," Bucky ordered.
Then he shoved his way past the man, not waiting for a response or a reaction.
…
They made it outside at last, just as Sophie began to wiggle from the discomfort of her position.
"James Barnes, put me down unless you want me to vomit all over your backside!"
He paused, then let out a sigh as he bent down and carefully set her on her feet. When he could tell she wouldn't topple over, Bucky released her.
"What the hell were you thinking, getting wasted in a place like this? You're by yourself and surrounded by drunk and horny men. That's reckless!"
"That's why I didn't get wasted!"
Bucky rolled his eyes and turned. He began walking swiftly down the sidewalk, hand resting on her bicep and gently tugging her along.
"Bucky, I'm not as drunk as you think I am," Sophie protested.
They reached his bike at last and she stood with her back to it, facing him.
"Can you even ride this tonight? Or are you going to slide right off the back as soon as we start moving?"
"I'm not as drunk as you think I am," she repeated.
(Faded — Zhu)
Voice low and calm, she gazed up at him through her lashes. He glared back down at her. When he leaned towards her, Sophie was sure he was about to kiss her. But instead, Bucky reached around and grabbed his helmet. Disappointment dove through her. Yet the tenderness with which he put the helmet on her head clashed with the thunderous look on his face.
"Let's go."
He helped her up onto the bike, teeth gnashing together at the way her too-short dress rode up dangerously high again. Bucky moved swiftly to sit in front of her and waited for her to grab ahold of him. Sophie leaned forward, loosely draping her arms around his waist.
"Sophie," he warned. "You know you have to hold on better than that."
"I'm fine," she said with a tease in her voice.
Bucky's face twisted in annoyance and he kicked the bike to life. Then lurched it forward just enough for her to fly into him. Her front collided with his back, arms winding tightly around his waist. She smiled, though he couldn't see it. They took off into the night and she clutched at his shirt as they flew down the quiet streets. She had been terrified the first time she'd been on the bike with him. But now, now she loved it. The feeling of their bodies pressed together, the sensation of being out of control while he was in complete control, it was thrilling and intoxicating.
She let go of his shirt, allowing the wind to catch it in the front. It flew up several inches, revealing his well defined midsection. Her fingers dove in to touch the exposed skin. He was hot to the touch and she reveled at the hardness of his body under her palms. Leaving her left hand against his abs, Sophie allowed her right one to travel lower. It skimmed down the front of his sweats and moved to grasp the meaty part of his right thigh. She felt more than heard the growl that reverberated through him. The bike came to a slow stop as they reached a red light. Turning his head slightly, Bucky looked back at her.
"What are you doing?"
His voice was deep and gravely.
"I don't want to go home."
"Sophie…" he warned again.
"I'm not drunk…and it's still my birthday."
"Technically, it's not."
"I haven't gone to sleep yet, so it still counts."
He rolled his eyes as his hand flew to grasp her wrist while she moved it off his thigh and back towards the front of his sweat pants. She scooted impossibly close to him, pressing the full length of her body against his back.
"I want another birthday present," she told him, voice breathy with desire.
Releasing her hand, they began to move again. She continued her earlier path, feeling pleased with herself when she found his erection straining against the soft fabric. Bucky sucked in a sharp breath when she gently rubbed him before moving back to his thigh. When they flew past her apartment, she knew she'd won.
…
The walk from the elevator to his apartment was slow and unhurried. Bucky held onto Sophie's hand the entire way there.
To make sure she doesn't stumble, he told himself.
He finally broke the tense silence between them as they reached his door.
"You don't want to go home, fine. But we're not having sex tonight. You've had too much to drink."
"I'm not drunk. I stopped drinking a long time ago. And I'm not dumb. I wouldn't get so wasted that I wasn't in control of myself. Not when I'm alone like that."
They stepped inside and Bucky quietly closed the door behind them. Light from outside streamed in through his large windows and they could just make out Alpine's outline on the couch. She lifted her head sleepily, but acknowledged them no further than that. They stood still just inside the apartment, analyzing each other carefully.
(Darkroom — YouNotUs, Ilkay Sencan, Marmy)
Sophie slowly turned towards him. She laid her palms flat against his chest and pushed, gently shoving Bucky up against the wall.
"I'm in complete control of my faculties," she whispered.
He studied her face, resisting her as much as he could. But his resolve snapped at the wanton look on her face. Snaking an arm around her waist, he pulled her flush against him. Sophie stretched out until at last her lips met his. Pushing off, Bucky spun them around until she was pinned to the wall instead. His head dipped and he kissed her, slow and sensual. Sophie felt so heated that a loud and lustful moan tore out of her throat, only to be swallowed up by Bucky's mouth. They were all hands and tongues as they ground against each other. Then all of a sudden, he pulled away. His mouth remained a mere hairsbreadth from hers as he asked the question he had to know the answer to.
"Why did you call me?"
Sophie breathed heavily, the air shared between them they were so close to one another. Her mind felt slow and muddled, but it was no longer from the alcohol which had worn off some time ago. She felt intoxicated by whatever this was that was happening between them. And so, with lips that were loose and relaxed, the words fell from her mouth before she could think on them.
"Because I missed you."
Bucky pulled back a hair more, a look of shock on his face. His heart kicked into over drive, mind racing at the implications of her words. But Sophie immediately regretted saying them. The expression that he wore scared her to death and she worried that she'd overstepped. The last thing that she wanted was to make him run. So she tried to cover up the real emotion behind what she'd said, backpedalling into familiar territory for them.
"And I want you."
Sophie pressed her hips into his, grinding against him for emphasis. But Bucky's expression didn't morph into one of relief as she'd expected. It was something else entirely for a fleeting moment before quickly being replaced by a passive mask. He stared at her for a second longer, swallowing hard. Then he leaned back in and kissed her. Sophie sighed into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair. They pulled away from the wall and kicked off their shoes. Still tangled with one another, the pair slowly moved towards Bucky's bedroom, clothing dropping along the way.
Their kiss intensified, hands roaming everywhere when they were finally naked before one another. Bucky grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up on his bed. Sophie scooted backwards, as he crawled up the bed and over her body. He leaned down and kissed her again, his tongue delving and exploring. She moaned while he settled between her legs. A large palm skimmed down her side, eliciting shivers, before he snaked his arm around back. Then before she could register what was happening, Bucky flipped them, a small noise of surprise escaping Sophie's lips.
"Ride me," he commanded her.
She licked her lips. The look he gave her was dead serous. Eyes hooded with lust, fingers pressing into the flesh of hips, he painted a dangerous and sexy portrait. Lifting up slightly, she grasped his member at its thick base, holding him stead as she let the tip slide in. He moaned, his fingers digging into her. Leaning forward, Sophie braced her palms against his chest. Then began to tease them both with quick and shallow thrusts, allowing the head of his cock to delve in and out.
"Fuuccckkk…." Bucky hissed.
He applied pressure, attempting to bring her down on him. But she wouldn't comply. Her fingernails dug into his skin as she continued what she'd been doing.
"Let me do it," she whispered.
Bucky relented. Teeth clenched, he closed his eyes and let his head relax backwards. Just then, Sophie came down on him fully, taking him in to the hilt. Bucky groaned loudly, his back arching off the bed, head thrown back. She began to roll her hips, already so painfully aroused that she was sure she would come in no time. She watched his face as his eyes opened lazily to stare back at her. Hands firmly holding onto her hips, he began to thrust into her as she came down on his cock over and over. Sophie felt insane. For even when she was on top, he was still in control. And she loved it.
They continued crashing into one another with abandon. Bucky gazed up at her, hypnotized by how amazing she looked as she rode him. Her hair was thrown back wildly, breasts bouncing and plush lips parted. He let her guide his hands, helping to bring her down with more force, but not breaking her rhythm. Pretty soon he could feel her inner walls begin to squeeze around his length, tightening deliciously.
"Sophie," he murmured, breathless.
She whimpered and keened, her eyes closing in concentration as she neared her peak.
"Yes. Just like that doll. Ride me. Ride me hard until you come for me."
Her back arched and she ground herself down on him forcefully as her orgasm hit her hard.
"Ooohhh, yes! Yes, Bucky, yesssss!"
His fingers pressed into her once more as he brought her down, burying himself deep within her. Then he lifted her up and did it again. Sophie cried out in pleasure each and every time. Bucky kept this up, driving into her until at last, he came hard. His cock stiffened, then pulsed and twitched as he spilled himself entirely inside of her. Bucking into her with uncontrolled movements, he let out a rough grunt and moaned in ecstasy.
…
Some time later, after Sophie had collapsed atop him, after they'd cleaned up, after she had curled onto her side and fallen asleep with him pressed against her back, Bucky continued to lay awake. Unable to just lounge there any longer, he slipped his left arm out from under her and twisted to pick his phone up from the nightstand. Brows knitting in confusion, he saw that he had an unread text from Sam. The time stamp indicated that it had come some time after Sophie had reached out to him.
Sam: Sorry to text so late but figured you might still be up. If not, guess you'll read this tomorrow. Anyway, finally heard back from Annie. She's been on vacation somewhere that has awful cell service apparently. But she's down. This Friday work for you? If so, I'll put you two in touch. Just let me know.
Bucky stared at his phone, his mouth going dry. His eyes slowly moved over to Sophie, watching her sleep peacefully beside him. Then his mind drifted back to what she'd said earlier. She'd told him that she'd missed him and for a split second he had stupidly thought that this was the tentative start of…something. An admission from her? A declaration? A change of heart on their arrangement? He wasn't sure. But what he was sure of was how dumb he'd felt after her next sentence. She'd been drinking and dancing and she was horny and he was a sure thing. How could he have ever thought that she meant anything else. He needed to pull himself out of this confusing fog he'd been in lately and the only way he could think to do it was to give himself a valid reason as to why they should stop. Otherwise, he just didn't have the strength, because the truth was, he didn't want to. Heart beating wildly, he decided to text Sam back right then.
Bucky: Friday works for me. What's her number?
Gut and heart twisting at the same time, he turned off his phone and set it back down before turning over to Sophie again and slipping his left arm back under her pillow. She stirred, then flipped. Bucky held his breath, afraid he'd woken her. But instead, she just snuggled into him, nose touching his chest lightly. He exhaled, gaze roving over her face for a moment. Then closing his eyes, he draped his right arm over her, enveloping her body with his own.
A/N: Funny thing about this chapter, I actually have a birthday coming up soon too. I did not do this on purpose, just how the timing with this chapter worked out. But it amused me anyway.
Sooooo, I hope you all loved it! I am SUPER excited about the next chapter. It's been a LONG time coming so fingers crossed I'll be able to get it done and out to you all in a more reasonable time frame. Reviews are always encouraging hint, hint.
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