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A/N: OMG I am so sorry it took me so long to update! I finally got COVID and it laid me out for like a week. And then I had no energy for another week. And then Iron Flame came out so I had to read that haha. But here I am and I hope this chapter more than makes up for the long wait!
Anyway, you all, thank you so much for the awesome reviews on the last chapter! I know not everyone loved it but I have to say, the vast majority seemed to really enjoy it and that just meant everything to me! It felt so good to write it and put it out there at last so I'm really overjoyed with how well it was received. This chapter also has a first for me as we are going to revisit a scene from WAY long ago (Ch. 3 in case anyone wants to re-read hehe). I'm super excited to be doing this and hope you all will love it enough to leave a review!
Chapter 18: Want
Their dating madness carried on for some time before it finally began to peter out into something more reasonable. By the end of July Sophie and Bucky had settled into a new normal. They carried on with their activities, interrupted only here and there by the one off date. And yet, they each felt more unsettled than ever — their dates a constant threat looming over their heads that one day, everything would come crashing down and they would be forced to face all that they'd been trying to hide inside.
Sophie sighed deeply and tried to relax into her lounge chair. Her head tipped up towards the sun, eyes closing behind her dark glasses. She felt Bucky shift beside her and knew his eyes were on her face.
"Was that a content sigh or a frustrated sigh?"
Her head lolled to her right and she cracked her eyes open.
"I don't know. Mix of both?"
"You're lounging around by the pool on Tony's dime. What could possible be bothering you?"
She sat up slightly in the lounger, her eyes drifting across the pool to the other side under the cabana. Steve and Natasha stood close together, almost shoulder to shoulder as they filled their plates. The way they looked up at one another, their discreet and fleeting touches, their body language, it all screamed just how very into each other they were. And it filled her with a surge of jealousy like she'd never felt before. They were all gathered at the Compound for a weekend of fun, sun, and relaxation, as Tony had put it. It had been some time since they were all available so they'd taken advantage of the moment.
"Nothing," she replied.
Bucky followed her line of sight.
"Ah."
"Bucky?" Sophie ventured quietly.
"Hm?"
"Have you told Steve about us?"
"No…but…"
"But you want to."
It was more of a statement than a question.
"I'm not ashamed of what we're doing and I feel guilty lying to him. He's my oldest friend."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I feel the same with Nat."
"Then maybe we should tell them. It's not like they'd go announcing it to the world."
"You don't think Steve is going to lecture your ear off?"
"Oh he definitely will," Bucky laughed. "But it'll feel good to let him know. Right now…sometimes…it feels like…"
"Like our dirty little secret?"
Silence stretched out between them until at last, she turned to look at him. Bucky was watching her, his face inscrutable behind his own dark sunglasses.
"A little bit," he admitted at last.
But the truth was, he just really wanted someone to talk to about all of this. He figured at some point he should probably bring it up in therapy, but at the moment, he wasn't quite ready for that lecture.
"Sooo…we'll tell them then?"
"Yeah," Bucky agreed. "We'll tell them."
"Are you going to let Sam know too?"
"Hell no. That man couldn't keep a secret if his life depended on it. Besides, he's an open book. His face would give it away the second he laid eyes on you."
Sophie laughed, "You're probably right."
They relaxed back for another several quiet moments. Then Bucky stood and peered down at her.
"I'm going to go grab a drink. You want anything?"
"One of the piña coladas please."
He gave her a wide grin.
"Sure thing doll."
She watched as he walked away from her, the muscles in his bare back rippling and strong thighs slightly exposed with each step. As Sam cannonballed into the water, it triggered a vivid memory. Thoughts of a conversation she'd had long ago with Nat in this very same spot resurfaced. As did the dream she'd had the following night.
"What in the world are you thinking about?"
Bucky's voice came out slow and low from somewhere above her. She jolted.
"W-what do you mean?"
He sat down on his lounger, placing their drinks on the small table between them.
"You're as red as your bathing suit and I doubt it's from the heat."
Sophie fought the blush that she knew was only deepening.
"Nothing," she said as she turned her head away from him but didn't dare close her eyes.
He laid back, then took a swig of his ice cold beer.
"Oh come on, you can tell me. I won't make fun of you. I promise."
Gulping down some of her cocktail, she kept her gaze trained on the pool and remained silent.
"You're not having a pool fantasy are you?" He smirked jokingly.
Sophie choked on the last swallow of her drink and began to cough. Bucky spun onto his side, shoving his glasses up onto his head as he faced her.
"Holy shit. You are!"
Coughing a few times, she set her glass down and turned to glare at him.
"Tell me," he implored her.
Lips pursing, she leveled him with the most disapproving look she could muster. But his face was riveting. He looked at her with open shock, awe, and curiosity. And then he whispered it to her, no longer a request, but now a husky command. One she couldn't bring herself to ignore.
"Tell me."
Turning onto her side to mirror him she slowly pushed her own sunglasses up.
"Fine. Do you remember several summers back when Tony had that pool party and Nat and I were lounging right here while you were swimming with Steve and Sam?"
"Sure. Vaguely."
"Well…she'd said some things to me. About you…"
Bucky's eyebrows shot up.
"About me? Like what?"
"I mean, you know. She just kept asking if there had ever been anything between us. Nothing new. I know you've had the same from Steve and Sam. But…"
"But?"
Sophie bit her lip and turned her head away from him, staring at the pool.
"But some of the things she'd said must have struck a chord because that night…"
He swallowed, heart hammering in his chest. Her eyes slid to his, gazing at him sidelong. Bucky's crystal blue orbs were glued to her face, waiting with bated breath.
"I had a dream about you," she finished quietly.
Remaining still as a statue, the only thing that showed Sophie he'd registered her words was the darkening of his gaze. His expression changed minutely, eyes narrowing from wonder to hunger.
"A dream…or a fantasy?" He breathed out.
Head snapping to him, she let out an audible exhale, answering his question.
"I want to hear it," he said quietly.
Sophie startled.
"What? No!"
Bucky shifted slightly. Still propped on his forearm he leaned in towards her, eyes never leaving hers.
"I want to know. Tell me what you dreamed."
Once more, his voice a sensual command that beckoned to her.
"I…"
Eyes darting to his mouth, she watched as his lips parted a shade. Her gaze drifted back to his and she was swallowed by the tumultuous sea looking back at her. Sophie took a deep breath and then let the words tumble out.
"We were here. And it was sometime in the middle of the night. Everyone was asleep as I came down to the pool in my suit. Everyone but you. You were doing laps."
Bucky was mesmerized, drinking in every detail as she talked.
"I sat on the edge of the pool, my legs in the water, and waited for you. You swam up to me and…" she faltered, feeling herself blush again.
"Go on."
"I can't. This is embarrassing."
"Why? We've already done it a million times."
"I know…but this is different."
His face grew serious.
"You're right. It is. I'm suddenly realizing this is the first time we've actually talked about what you want."
"What do you mean? I tell you all the time if I like something or don't like something that you're doing."
"Yes. But you've never just come out and told me what you want."
Sophie blinked at him. He was right. All the times that they've slept together, she'd never really vocalized if she wanted him to do something. Sure, she'd sometimes guide his hands or his mouth. Or she'd get on top if she were feeling it in the moment. But there were things, things she dreamed and fantasized about, things they hadn't done or things she wanted more of and she had never, ever, told him. Her eyes refocused on him, the tender and reassuring look on this face giving her courage.
"You're right," she agreed, voice smaller than she'd intended.
"Soph, I hope you know you're safe with me. It…it took me a long time to get comfortable enough to be able to talk to you about stuff like this. But you told me once that I shouldn't be embarrassed because it was 'just you'. And…I want you to feel the same. I don't want you to be embarrassed telling me what you want in bed. That includes the things you fantasize about. I'll never judge you. Even if we may not agree on things we should still have the conversation. Don't you think?"
She took in a bracing breath.
"Yeah, ok."
Then she remained silent for a few beats, eyes glazed over.
"Look, if you don't want to tell me right now, it's ok. I'm not going to force you. But I hope that you'll eventually feel comfortable enough to talk to me."
Sophie bit her lip, stomach churning with anxiety.
"I want to tell you now," she breathed out.
"You don't have to."
"I know."
Bucky's words had touched something deep within. Sophie had never been in a relationship with anyone who wanted to know her the way he did. And the truth was, she did know that she was safe with him. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that she could tell him anything and he'd never judge her or scoff at her or make her feel ridiculous. And that thought alone bolstered her courage and made her heart swell. She shifted closer to him until she was lying on the very edge of the lounger.
"So…you swam up to me and stood between my legs with one hand on each knee. Then you ran them up my thighs and grabbed me by the waist, tugging me into the water with you. You pressed me up against the wall and kissed me, passionate and deep. Our bodies were so close, you made sure I could feel how badly you wanted me. And then…and then…"
"And then?"
Voice suddenly hoarse, Bucky had to cough to clear his throat. Sophie's eyes darted to the movement of his hand as he adjusted his swimming trunks, moving his leg in an attempt to hide his obvious stirrings of arousal.
"And then I woke up."
"What?" Bucky started.
"I woke up," she repeated simply.
"And did you do anything about the dream?"
"No."
"No?!"
He looked at her incredulously.
"At the time, it felt wrong. I felt guilty for even having that dream."
"Why? You and Jeremy were broken up then, weren't you?"
"Yeah. I don't know. I guess because it felt like a betrayal of our friendship," Sophie shrugged.
"Huh."
They both studied each other for a moment.
"And now here we are."
"And now here we are," she echoed.
"You know," Bucky said as he glanced down at his hands before his eyes shot back up to hers. "I think tonight feels like a good night for a midnight swim."
His heated gaze held hers as Sophie sucked in a sharp breath, the meaning of his words not lost on her.
"It sure does," she responded softly.
…
Sophie paced around her designated room.
Am I really going to do this?
Heart pounding, she eyed the swimsuit that she'd laid out ten minutes prior.
"Oh my God. What if we get caught?! I would die of mortification!" she muttered to herself.
Pausing in front of her bed, she stared at the suit once more. The thrill of recreating her fantasy finally trumped her anxiety. Letting out an exhale, she pulled on the black bikini, followed by a forest green cover up and slunk out of her room. The dark and quiet halls were eerie as she tiptoed past bedrooms and made her way outside. It was just past midnight when she arrived at the pool. True to his word, Bucky was already swimming. Walking over to a lounger that held some towels, she discarded her shoes and cover up. Sophie swallowed thickly, excitement and anticipation coiling in her belly like a spring twisted too tight.
(Closer - Kaum, General Vibe)
Everything was still and quiet, except the sound of the water gently stirring as Bucky did his laps. It was a cloudless sky, the stars twinkling overhead and the moon shining down upon him. The rest of the compound was motionless, everyone else asleep. Sophie approached the edge of the pool quietly, lowering herself down to the ledge of the shallow end, her legs dangling in the water. Bucky swam up to her, coming up for air only a foot away. He brushed the hair and water out of his face and stared at her, his fingers gently gliding over the liquid surface. Her stomach flip-flopped as she watched her dream come to life.
"Sophie," he breathed out softly.
He could hear the deep breath she took in as she planted her hands on either side of her legs and leaned forward slightly. He moved closer. She parted her knees slightly to give him room as his palms landed on her knees, then slipped up her things, coming to rest lightly on her waist. Delicate fingers skimmed along skin and vibranium, reaching for Bucky's shoulders. She could feel his fingers flex into her flesh. He pulled and Sophie found herself in the cool water with him. Heart pounding, he pressed her backwards. She expected to feel the rough pool ledge against her back but instead Bucky's vibranium arm supported her, keeping the delicate skin of her bare back from scarping. His right hand reached up to her face, the back of his fingers caressed her cheek, then his thumb ran over her bottom lip.
Sophie's breath hitched. She felt a nervous thrill ripple through her. Then at last, he bent down and claimed her lips. The kiss was slow and sensual, sending jolts of hunger to her core. It felt forbidden and naughty and Sophie couldn't get enough. Her arms wrapped around his waist, willing him to move closer to her. Bucky's tongue darted out, skimming her lip, teeth nipping lightly. Her gasp gave him the entry he was looking for and he deepened the kiss, eliciting a small whimper from her mouth. His large palm cupped her head as he tipped it back slightly, giving him better access. The vibranium arm moved down to encircle her waist, drawing her against his damp chest and away from the ledge. His body pressed up against her and Sophie couldn't help the small buck of her hips as she felt the evidence of his arousal. The soft moan that left Bucky's lips almost made her come undone. He dipped his head, mouth close to her ear.
"Is this what it was like?" He whispered hotly.
"Y-yes," Sophie stuttered out.
His lips ghosted down her neck and she shivered.
"Is this what you wanted Sophie?"
"Yes."
She mewled as his fingers drifted up her side, then gently tugged on her bikini strings, pulling them loose. The top slipped down and floated in the water. Bucky snatched it up and tossed it in the general direction of their things. His hand returned to her side, fingers splaying out as it traveled up her body to cup her left breast.
"Bucky," she breathed out softly.
"Tell me what you want," Bucky commanded her quietly.
"Touch me," she instructed him.
"Where?"
"Everywhere."
His lips found hers once more. Mouth devouring hers, he massaged both of her breasts, pinching and tugging until she whimpered. His hands moved to her back, then skimmed down and under the waistband of her bottoms. Grabbing two handfuls, he pulled her towards him until she wrapped her legs around him, the water lapping at their waists. Sophie rolled her hips into him and Bucky groaned into her mouth. Setting her back down, his fingers grabbed the edge of the suit and yanked. She helped him pull them off, then watched with rapt attention as he removed his own trunks.
"Bucky…we can't do it in here."
"Why not?"
"Because Tony would kill us if he found out."
He tossed their wet suits to join her top. Then stepped back up to her, his stiff erection bobbing just under the surface of the water.
"Then I guess we need to make sure he doesn't find out."
Sophie swallowed hard. Bending his head, Bucky kissed her thoroughly. Then grabbing her by the waist, he pulled her back up until she had her legs wrapped around him again. He backed them up, pressing her into the ledge again, but making sure his arm created a barrier for her. Without further delay, she felt the head of his cock rub against her wet entrance. She grabbed onto his shoulders as he locked eyes with her, his head slipping inside. Sophie gasped. He held her in a near bear hug as he began to slowly move in and out, impaling himself deeper with each and every thrust. At last, he was seated fully inside of her. They moaned together as their forehead bumped.
Bucky held still, allowing her to adjust. Their noses touched as they panted, watching one another carefully. The moment felt so intimate and so intense, Sophie wasn't sure how long she would be able to hold out. Turning her head slightly, she kissed him. He took the invitation and kissed her back passionately. His warm hand gripped her ass when he felt her intimate muscles contract around his length. She whimpered, grinding herself against him. Bucky began to rock, his movements slow and deep. She locked her ankles, thighs squeezing his waist. Their lips parted, then came back together, mouths and tongues teasing. And still, he continued to rock, hardly moving out of her before pressing back in.
Despite the relatively tame movements, emotions were running high and they could both feel an intense build of pleasure that started where they were joined. Sophie's hands ran up the back of his neck and tangled in his hair. Their lips skimmed each other's mouths. Bucky watched her, gaze like an intense fire. The sounds he was eliciting from her were intoxicating and he wanted more.
"B-Bucky," she whined, fingers yanking desperately at his hair.
He grunted, pace quickening. Bucky could feel her inner muscles begin to quiver and flutter as her hips moved against his wildly. He pulled her even closer, holding her still as he thrust into her until she came apart in his arms. Eyes never leaving hers, he continued to pump himself in the same rocking motion as Sophie clenched and convulsed rhythmically around his hard cock. He was nearly there. She quietly cried out his name over and over, her body melding into his. Their lips were a hairsbreadth apart, foreheads touching, as Bucky's mouth fell open and he finally rushed headlong into oblivion.
…
Unlike Bucky, Sophie was not typically an early riser. That is why it surprised her when her eyes drifted open the next morning to find her clock reading out 5:45am. The light that filtered through her closed curtains was still weak, the compound quiet. She rubbed hand over her face and stretched, contemplating going back to sleep. But she knew it would be pointless. She knew exactly what had awoken her despite her activities the previous night and despite how late she'd actually crawled into bed. Rubbing her thighs together, she could feel the slickness between them and the dull ache that persisted. She had been dreaming, of what, Sophie wasn't totally sure, but clearly it was something good.
Rolling fully onto her back, she snuggled further into her blankets and stared up at the ceiling. Her conversation with Bucky by the pool running through her mind again. It was a startling realization to her that she had never, not in a single relationship, really actually came out and asked for what she wanted in bed. She wasn't totally sure why, but she had a sinking feeling that perhaps it was because she had never truly felt safe and comfortable enough to do so. There was a huge amount of vulnerability that came with it, and just the thought of telling Jeremy certain things that she'd discovered she liked in bed since their breakup made her body flush with embarrassment.
Sophie's stomach flopped as her mind shifted back to Bucky again and the stark contrast with how safe she felt around him. She knew deep down in her gut that he would never make her feel uncomfortable with any request. Hell, he'd even told her as much. But when it came down to it, she realized that she didn't have to make any requests with him. He already knew what she wanted, what would make her feel good, what would make her scream.
Or maybe he just likes the same things.
The idea alone sent a shiver down her spine. Then her stomach twisted again for a completely different reason as the thoughts and feelings that she fought hard to keep at bay threatened to surface. She closed her eyes in an attempt to calm her suddenly aching heart. But she couldn't seem to clear Bucky from her mind and images from last night came forth unbidden. Her thighs squeezed again, but the throb only intensified. Sophie bit her lip, her mind warring with itself. Coming to a decision at last, she decided to take the risk. Slipping out of bed, she pulled on some over sized sweats and, not bothering with shoes, stepped out into the hallway. Shutting the door softly behind her, she walked past Natasha's room quietly. A soft sound from within the room made her freeze on the spot. She strained her ears, listening for movement. The sound came again, clearer this time. Sophie attempted to hide the smirk that found its way onto her face as another moan, this one deeper and definitely male, emanated from Nat's room.
Guess they had the same idea.
She continued on down the hall, pausing briefly in front of Sam's door to make sure he was still asleep. She knew he tended to sleep in whenever he had the chance and she held her breath for a moment, making sure all was quiet. When she was satisfied that he seemed to still be asleep, she crept further along. At last, she stood in front of Bucky's door. Before she could lose her nerve, she reached up and knocked softly. Several minutes ticked by but there was no answer. Sophie knew he was usually up at by now, so she raised her fist, poised to knock again, when the door swung open. Her lips parted slightly as she stared at Bucky. Hair damp and slicked back, water droplets cascading down across his bare chest, he stood before her in nothing but a towel. His eyebrows furrowed down, a worried expression crossing his face.
"Hey Soph. Everything ok? You're up early."
"Um, yeah," she responded softly. "Can I…"
She motioned towards his room and he shifted aside to allow her to pass.
"Yeah, of course."
With a quick glance down either side of the hallway, she quickly stepped inside, gently closing the door behind her.
"What's wrong?" He pressed again.
"Nothing. It's just that…I…I couldn't sleep."
He stood there, quietly watching her, waiting for her to go on.
"I um…I kept thinking about what you'd told me yesterday. When we were by the pool."
She watched his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
"And I guess," she bit her lip, chest suddenly rising and falling rapidly with anxiety. "I wanted to tell you what I want."
For a moment he was completely still. Then his face relaxed, a small smile tugging the corner of his lips. His heart leapt in his chest at her confession. At her trust in him. Head cocking slightly, Bucky took a half step towards her.
"Ok," he breathed out. "Tell me what you want."
She swallowed hard and prayed he couldn't hear the wild thumping of her heart.
"I want…" she started shakily. "I want…"
Sophie swallowed again, her gaze momentarily shooting to his unmade bed before meeting his again. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her oversized sweatshirt over her head, followed by the joggers. It left her standing before him in the soft cotton tank and boy shorts that she'd slept in. Bucky's eyes quickly darted over her body before returning to her face.
"I want you to bend me over your bed, hold me down, and fuck me," she admitted in a hushed voice.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly. Heart racing, he could feel himself begin to thicken and lengthen at her request. Sophie watched his eyes narrow, then darken as his pupils dilated in lust.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" He asked just as quietly.
"Yes."
Fingers moving slowly, they dipped into the folds of the towel until it came apart and dropped away to the floor. Sophie couldn't help her gaze as it drifted down to his erection which stood at half mast. He walked over to her, resting his hands on her hips. Tipping her head back, she looked up at him as a shiver wracked through her body at his touch. His hands slipped under her tank top, gliding up her body, palms splaying against her ribs before slowly moving upwards. Her lips parted in a breathy sound when he ran his thumbs over her nipples, then continued on, taking the fabric up and over her head. Hands returning to her body, Bucky ran them down now until he pushed the bottoms down to the floor.
Then in one swift motion, he wrapped his arms around her and drew her flush against him. Sophie gasped. Her breasts pressed into his chest and she could feel him stiffening all the way against her. The look on his face as he gazed down at her stole her breath away. He brought his vibranium hand up and gently brushed the hair out of her face before settling it at her nape. Then leaning down, he pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was slow and deep and made her weak at the knees. She whimpered. A small noise, almost as if he were in pain, escaped Bucky's mouth. The warm hand that was on the top of her back slipped down and grabbed her behind, kneading and pressing her further against him. They moaned together at the contact.
Bucky began to move them further into his room and towards the bed until she could feel the soft mattress against the back of her legs. His head shifted so he could deepen their kiss. Tongue delving into her mouth, he swirled and explored, then nipped with his teeth, setting her body alight. Their kiss continued to intensify as their hands began exploring one another. They were all tongues and teeth until suddenly, he pulled away from her. His hands flew to her hips and grabbed her roughly before quickly spinning her around. Pressing his back into her chest, he kissed down her neck, sucking and biting the spots he knew she loved most.
Sophie couldn't contain the noises of pleasure that he pulled from her. Then he stepped back somewhat and placed a hand between her shoulder blades. Pushing down, he bent her forward until her entire upper body was laying on the bed. Bucky stepped up in between her legs, using his knees to knock them open wider. Placing a forearm on either side of her head, he leaned over her. His body hovered just inches above hers and Sophie could feel the head of his cock slipping and bumping against her entrance. Bending his head low, his lips dipped to the shell of her ear.
"You're going to have to keep it down if you don't want to risk waking Sam," he instructed her hotly.
Sophie whimpered and bit her lip as his breath tickled her skin. He placed a gentle kiss on her jaw and allowed his hands to slip up her arms until his palm covered the backs of her hands. Bucky's body felt like it was on fire, buzzing with electricity at the anticipation of what was to come. He rubbed his erection against her, wetting himself. Then lining them up, he pressed into her. And pressed, and pressed and pressed. Until he was completely sheathed to the hilt. Sophie buried her face in the mattress and moaned loudly, the sound muffled by his blanket. She felt so completely and wonderfully full. He remained that way for several long minutes, stretching her around himself. They breathed heavily together, enjoying the pleasure that being connected brought them.
Dragging his teeth and lips down her back, Bucky pulled himself upright. A disappointed noise rolled out of her mouth. It was quickly replaced by a gasp of pleasure as he placed one hand gently on the back of her neck and the other grasped her hip. Then he slowly pulled out of her, only to roll his hips back in. He repeated the movement, going at an agonizingly unhurried pace. Bucky reveled in the sensation of her warm wetness stroking every inch of him while he slid in and out of her. Her noises of pleasure stroked his ego and he devoured the sight of her laid out beneath him. Sophie clutched at the sheets and blanket as he adjusted the angle of her ass and his cock hit an entirely different area.
Rapture hummed through her body while he pressed that delicious spot deep inside of her over and over. Then suddenly, the pleasure abated. He continued at the same leisurely pace while only sinking a third of the way inside of her. Sophie whimpered and attempted to shift her hips backwards onto his stiff member, but Bucky held her tight. His right hand stroked up and down her back while he shushed her gently.
"Shhh…I know what you want darlin'. And I'll give it to you. I'll give it all to you…when I know you want it bad enough."
His hand went back to the base of her neck and he continued to pump in and out of her. The words mixed with his actions drew such a reaction out of her body that she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. Her intimate muscles spasmed with her arousal until she couldn't keep her moan at bay. Bucky continued to hold her still with one hand on her hip and the other between the tops of her shoulder blades. She desperately wanted to thrust back onto him but he wouldn't allow it. This was exactly what she'd wanted. Exactly what she'd asked for. And it was driving her insane.
"Please Bucky…please…" she begged him. "I want, I need more."
And just as he'd promised, Bucky gave it to her. With his next thrust, he pressed himself deep inside of her, hitting the one spot that sent rivulets of pleasure rebounding throughout every fiber of her being. Over and over he stroked that spot, his pace increasing at last. Sophie tried to close her legs, but his own blocked her. She attempted to grind against the mattress but there was little she could do there as well. There was nothing left for her to do but lay there and give in to the pleasure coursing through her body. The deep, hot, euphoria that Bucky was eliciting within her.
He continued to drink her in — every sound, every movement, the sight of his own cock driving into her repeatedly. His mind was still having trouble reconciling the fact that this was a reality for him. Sophie had dreamed and fantasized about him, then sought him out not because she was just horny, but because she wanted him. The thought sent a thrill through him along with a tangle of emotions. And then suddenly she was screaming his name. Face pressed into the mattress, hands desperately clutching at the sheets, her body convulsed underneath him as she came hard. The mere sight of her sent him over the edge. He thrust into her hard, seating himself as deeply as possible and threw his body over her own. Face pressed into the side of Sophie's neck, his voice muffled by her hair, Bucky moaned out her name like a benediction. They laid quietly then, catching their breaths, as their hearts galloped together as one.
…
Monday morning found Sophie swiveling back and forth in her chair at Avengers Tower, staring at the computer screen in front of her. Headset planted firmly in place, she rested her chin in her palm as her eyes followed Bucky. She couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from him. Dressed in a black tux, stubble neatly trimmed, hair pulled back in a tidy bun, he looked incredible. She'd seen him in his gear, in his gym clothes, in his regular clothes, hell, she'd seen him in nothing. But never like this. And dashing didn't even begin to cover it.
An irrational pang of jealously stung its way through her as she watched Natasha take his arm. She was gorgeous in a floor length black gown that dipped low and exposed her back. Hair softly curled, lips sinfully red, she looked like the perfect woman to be by his side. Sophie rubbed a hand up and down her face in irritation at herself. She needed to focus. This mission in Boca Raton was important. It was the first lead they'd had on Moretti in a long time. Most of the crowd there would be the same people that the two Avengers had encountered on their previous mission together. So naturally, it made sense for them to pose as the same newlywed couple they'd played before.
The manor that housed the extravagant gala that they were attending had one of Moretti's aliases on the deed. After careful recon they managed to determine that the basement housed a complex and state of the art computer system. Possibly even a small safe. The goal for Bucky and Nat tonight would be to get any information possible while simultaneously helping Tony to get into the computer system and hopefully the safe. But getting Tony down there would not be easy. Aside from a complex lock whose code changed every hour, they required a keycard to get into the basement. A keycard that only two people in attendance would have. Tony had already spent countless hours on getting his own computer logged into their system so the new codes flashed on his phone on the hour. But he would have to have an original keycard for this to work. Clicking a few keys, Sophie watched as the screen to her left lit up, showing Tony quietly slipping into the men's room unnoticed. Meanwhile, Nat and Bucky made their way up a second flight of stairs and into the ballroom.
…
They moved through the crowd seamlessly, nodding hello to people they recognized from their last mission. Arriving at the bar, Bucky turned and leaned his forearm on the counter, relaxing against it effortlessly. Nat sidled up beside him, making eye contact with the bartender.
"There. Darrion Amos. Near the far window with the blonde in the dress that looks like a nightgown."
Natasha's mouth twisted as she attempted to bite back a smile. She thanked the bartender for their drinks and then turned, resting her back beside Bucky. Handing him his glass of champagne, she took a long sip of hers as she eyed their target.
"You think they're here together?" She asked him quietly.
Bucky took a moment to observe the pair.
"No. She looks like she's dying to get away from him."
Nat's shrewd eyes scanned the crowd.
"There's Lola. She knows him. They went to college together."
"Think you can use her?"
"Yeah. She seemed to like me well enough last time," she smirked up at him.
Bucky cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Then by all means."
He gestured towards the woman with his head as Nat set her half empty glass down. Pushing away from the bar, she made her way towards her fake friend.
"Lola. What a wonderful surprise!"
The brunette startled for a moment before recognition flared in her eyes.
"Oh my goodness! Francesca! I wasn't expecting to see you here."
The two women leaned in and grasped each other by the arms before kissing both cheeks.
"I wasn't expecting to be here. It was a last minute thing."
"Well I'm glad you are. Teddy had to drag me tonight. These things can be so dreadfully boring. And the food is always the same."
She scrunched her nose in distaste as Nat let out a tinkling laugh.
"So listen, I have a favor to ask."
"Oh?"
"I saw that Darrion Amos is here. I'm a huge fan of his art. I remember you'd mentioned you went to college together and I was hoping for an introduction."
"Did I?"
Lola's brows knit together as she tried to think back. Nat held her breath as she kept a calm facade, her face soft and expectant. The other woman gave a small shrug as she finished off her champagne.
"Guess I must have. And of course, come on with me. But be warned, he can be a bit of a lech. I doubt your beefy husband would be too thrilled to find him all over you."
"Don't worry. He's not the jealous type. He knows I can take care of myself."
Lola laughed.
"Whatever you say."
They walked up to the couple by the window and Lola gently placed a hand on the man's upper arm.
"Darrion!"
He turned towards them, face lighting up at the sight of Lola.
"Excuse us, will you?" She said to the blonde.
An immediate look of relief washed over the woman's face and she scurried off into the crowd.
"Lola! It's so good to see you!"
He leaned in and attempted to kiss the brunette on the mouth. Quickly averting her face, the kiss landed on her cheek instead.
"I'd like for you to meet someone. This is my friend Francesca. She's a big fan of your work."
"Are you now?"
He turned all of his attention on Nat, a Cheshire grin stretched across his lips.
"Well, I think Teddy is looking for me. I'll leave you two to it!"
"Thanks Lola," Nat said softly.
"Of course. Come and find me later. We'll catch up."
Then she turned on her heel and walked away swiftly. Nat struck up a conversation with Darrion, but made sure to constantly glance at the couples twirling to the music over to her right. At last, he seemed to pick up on the cue.
"Would you care to dance?"
"Oh! Well…sure, why not?" She responded coyly.
He led her out into the crowd of dancing couples and pulled her close. They began to sway and twirl to the music.
"Wow, you're a really good dancer," Nat told him as her hands skimmed up his chest, eyelashes fluttering up at him.
"Well, most people assume artists are antisocial recluses. I love to prove them wrong," he grinned at her devilishly.
Her hand moved under his jacket, surreptitiously feeling around the inner pocket for the keycard.
"You work out quite a bit too, huh?"
"You can tell, can't you?"
Nat gave him a teasing smirk.
"I most certainly can."
At last, she managed to located it.
"What do you say we get out of here? My place isn't too far away."
She slowly slipped the card out of the pocket and into the palm of her hand. Her eyes made contact with Bucky's and he immediately straightened. Downing the last of his champagne, he set the glass down and began making his way over to her.
"Oh I don't think my husband would like that too much."
Darrion balked at her.
"I —"
But whatever he was about to say was interrupted by Bucky's arrival.
"Do you mind if I dance with my wife?"
He leveled the other man with a look that promised death should he deny him.
"N-no. Of course not. I'm so sorry…I didn't realize…I-I had no idea she was married," he stuttered out.
"Hmm. I leave her alone for a moment and she can't help but get herself into trouble."
Grabbing her arm gently, he pulled Nat against his chest.
"I guess I'll have to remind you who you belong to later," he muttered loud enough for Darrion to hear.
The target's mouth dropped open and his face flushed at the implication. With a squeak that might have been words, he turned away from them and scampered off the dance floor. Bucky took Nat's hand in his, palms connecting, and allowed her to slip the keycard up his sleeve.
"Nice work," he murmured.
"It was too easy. He's a lecherous idiot."
Bucky laughed as he danced them across the floor and over to the other side of the room.
"My turn," he told Nat softly.
"Your turn."
Leading them off the floor, he walked them over to the edge of the room. Then left Nat standing there as he went into the men's room.
…
Sophie leaned closer to the screen. An unbidden feeling of frustration, and though she was loathe to admit it, another twinge of jealousy swept over her as she watched the couple dance. They looked magnificent together, like they were made for one another. She let out an audible exhale as she leaned back in her chair once more. Turning her head slightly, she side-eyed the image before her. Despite the fact that she knew Nat and Steve were together, she couldn't help but think about how Nat and Bucky would have made quite the couple in real life. As she watched him take them off the dance floor, Sophie mentally shook herself and attempted to focus on the task at hand. She didn't miss the quick flick of his eyes to the camera as he began to move towards the bathroom.
"All clear," she murmured into her headset.
His head hardly moved as he gave her a curt nod before slipping into the men's room. A few clicks of the keyboard and the screens shifted. Directly in front of her now displayed the inside of the men's room, an angle that showed only the exit and the sinks. But Sophie still briefly wondered who would put a camera in a restroom at all.
Probably someone with serious trust issues.
The screen on the left remained trained on the outside of the bathroom and the screen on the right now contained the ballroom, where Nat hovered on the edge with champagne glass in hand, speaking with another couple. She heard someone down below her mumble something — likely Tony's Eye letting him know Bucky was approaching. Gaze moving back to the center screen, she watched as Tony spun around just as Bucky swept into the bathroom at a fast clip. They collided with one another with enough force that Tony had to take a step back. Hands fluttering over one another the two men exchanged a string of apologies. And that was that. Sophie's eyes went wide. She had been looking for the exchange, and had still missed it.
How the fuck did they do that?!
Movement from her periphery caught her attention. The other Eye must have noticed as well for she could hear him speaking just as she did.
"Bucky, you've got company. Tony needs to get out of there."
The two men shook hands, still keeping up appearances in case anyone else was watching the feed. Then Bucky proceeded towards the urinals and off screen just as Tony reached for the door. He pulled it open right as another man began to step inside. The two smiled at each other, exchanged polite greetings, and then Tony was out of there. Sophie watched him on her left screen as he quickly scanned his surroundings, then darted down an empty hallway. Several moments later, Bucky washed his hands on the center screen, fixed his bowtie, and walked out. He rejoined Nat, who quickly set down her glass, said something to the couple, and took his proffered arm. Without any delay, they casually walked out of the manor, down the stairs, and to the valet. Sophie continued to trail their car through satellite images until they were tucked away in the safe house. Stomach still churning with an anxiety she couldn't place, she pulled her headset off and shut the screens down to idle mode.
A/N: So I was going to add a few more things to this chapter, but honestly I felt bad it'd taken me so long to get this out to you all so I'll save those for the next one. Which thinking about it, it probably would work better that way anyhow. Again, SO SO sorry for the delay! With holidays and school events/breaks coming up, I do ask that you all be patient and stick with me as I won't be surprised if the next chapter or two take a minute for me to write either.
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