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 feel liiikkkeee maybe some of you aren't totally into this friends with benefits dynamic. Which I can understand…but rest assured, there are real feelings simmering beneath the surface. It might just take a while for them to figure things out. IRL there isn't always a straight path from friends to romantic relationship. People have real fears and insecurities that sometimes get in the way. Anyhoo, hope you all can just relax and enjoy the ride ;)

Reviews are always greatly appreciated.

Chapter 10: Friends With Benefits

There was an annoying buzzing sound coming from somewhere. It was relentless.

Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep!

"What is that? Make it stoooppp!"

She felt something warm and heavy leave her momentarily. Then there was a thud and the beeping stopped. The something warm and heavy wrapped around her middle again. She snuggled backwards, against the toasty, solid wall behind her. There was a puff of hot breath on her neck. Sophie's eyes shot open and she sat bolt upright.

"Oh my God! What time is it?!"

"Five," Bucky moaned.

Sophie put a hand to hear hammering heart.

"Bless you, Bucky."

She heard him chuckle as he rolled onto his stomach and buried his face into the pillow. Sliding out of bed, she realized that she was wearing nothing but his shirt and the memories of last night flooded her mind, causing her brain to momentarily go haywire. She darted into the living room and picked up her lingerie.

"Fuck," she muttered under her breath.

"What's the matter?"

Sophie spun around and found Bucky leaning casually against the door frame of his bedroom, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. Hair mussed, arms crossed, eyes still sleepy, she'd seen him like this before. But this morning, it make her blush from her head to her toes.

"I don't have anything to wear."

He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Last night was different. It was late. There was no one around to see me."

"I'll let you borrow some of my clothes. Let me get dressed too and I'll take you home. Then you don't have to worry about anyone seeing you."

"Ok," she said softly. "Thanks."

Bucky disappeared into his room and she quickly slid her panties and bra back on. Then tied his oversized tee around her waist. Walking back into the bedroom she found him in jeans and a hoodie. He held out some gym short for her.

"Those are so not going to fit me."

"We can tie them with something. A belt?"

"Your belt will be too big too."

"Hmmm…Oh I have an idea."

Sophie pulled on his shorts and held them bunched up around her middle while Bucky rummaged in his closet. Walking up behind him, she watched as he unzipped a large and worn black duffle bag. It sat beside a black backpack that had seen better days as well. In all the time she'd spent in this apartment, she'd never noticed either one. But, she supposed, she never really went snooping in his closet either. She watched him curiously as he pulled out a length of rope. Peeking into the duffle bag, Sophie could see more rope, duct tape, a flashlight, and a mishmash of other seemingly random items before he zipped it up, tucking it out of sight. Bucky turned on his knees and faced her. Grabbing the rope, he began to wind it around her waist, quickly knotting it in place. Sophie's stomach churned as she thought about the contents of the bag.

"Bucky?" Her voice came out small, eyes never leaving the duffle. "Why do you have all of that?"

His hands paused, then dropped down. Gaze following hers, Bucky's jaw tightened and he swallowed hard. Pushing himself up off the ground he stalked into his room, then sat heavily on the bed. Sophie cautiously followed behind. With one hand braced on his thigh, he hung his head and ran his vibranium fingers through his hair.

"It's…just in case."

Walking closer, she stood before him. Bucky was tense and stressed, like she'd never seen him before.

"In case of what?"

He sighed and looked up at her with wary eyes.

"In case someone comes looking for me."

Sophie blinked at him, trying to comprehend his words. He was nervously rubbing his hands up and down his thighs now.

"Dr. Young says it's a coping mechanism. He says it helps me feel safe. That's why I keep those weapons here too. He's not thrilled about it, but told me as long as I keep everything securely locked away it's fine."

Voice low and quiet, he refused to make eye contact while explaining himself. Even now, he wore a tortured expression as his eyes trained on a spot on the floor. Sophie felt her heart twist for him.

"Oh Bucky…"

She stepped up to her friend, walking between his legs. Then pulled his forehead to her chest. Placing a soft kiss to his crown she gently ran her nails up and down his back. She knew that over the years he'd been working hard at managing his PTSD. Most of the time he seemed so well adjusted that it was easy to forget how much he still struggled with it internally. This was a sharp reminder of that.

"Sorry if it freaked you out."

"It's ok."

He shook his head against her.

"Bucky, look at me."

He pressed his face further into her.

"James," she whispered.

At last, he pulled back from her slowly and peered up into Sophie's face. She cupped his cheeks gently and looked him square in the eye.

"I understand. And it's ok."

Brushing her fingers through his hair, she kissed his forehead softly. Bucky placed his hands on her waist, then gently pushed her away, coming to stand.

"Come on. Let's get you home so you can get to your interview on time."

"Yeah…ok."

They walked back into the living room where she pulled on her coat and shoes as he did the same. Then grabbing the keys to his motorcycle, they walked out the door.

…

Sophie sat outside, mind numb and fingers aching. She played with the ravioli in front of her, attempting to force it down her throat. It was 11:30am and she'd finally been allowed a break for lunch. The morning had been grueling. She went through written tests and oral examinations looking at everything from Avenger's protocol to foreign and domestic laws and regulations. They tested her on weapon recognition, how to access Stark tech electronically, emergency strategizing and evac protocols. The list went on. She was allowed only a smattering of five minute breaks here and there so she could go pee. Sophie knew that in addition to evaluating all of her knowledge, they were testing her stamina. Some of these missions went on for hours, if not days, or even weeks. She knew that they would occasionally have to rotate with fellow Eye members, including a nightshift whom she'd never met.

Popping a ravioli into her mouth she chewed slowly. Closing her eyes, Sophie allowed the sun to warm up her face and attempted to relax her mind. She shivered slightly when the early spring wind ruffled her hair. As her mind began to ease, it drifted to a place she'd been attempting to avoid all day. Last night had been a surprise to her. In more ways than she cared to admit. Sophie was shocked that Bucky had agreed to her harebrained idea. She was even more shocked by how he went about it. Going into it, she'd expecting nothing more than a boring missionary romp with just the end goal in mind. But clearly, Bucky had other ways of doing things. The way he spoke to her, the way his hands and mouth felt on her…and then the way he'd taken control and commanded her. The shiver that went down her spine this time had nothing to do with the wind. Squeezing her thighs together she attempted to steer her mind away from how it felt to have his weight on top of her as he…

No. You cannot go there right now.

Over the years, Sophie'd had a handful of lovers. But none of them, not even Jeremy, had made her feel the way he had last night. She'd been running on an emotional high that she couldn't quite describe. Subconsciously attempting to deflect whatever this was, she chalked it up to the fact that they were such close friends and she was so comfortable with him. But she couldn't squash the intense want that coiled deep in her belly as images of last night flickered before her eyes. Bucky seemed to know her body almost better than she knew it herself. And that thought made her both anxious and excited as she considered any future encounters they may have. He'd been shocked when she came to him with her proposal, she could tell. Even more so when she'd told him they could continue this beyond the single night if he so desired. Sophie wondered if Bucky would take her up on her offer. As much as she tried to deny it, she really hoped that he would. Though, she hadn't known what she was getting herself into when she'd thrown that out there. Now that she knew, she was a little afraid she could be heading down a traitorous path.

"Are you meditating or something?"

Eyes snapping open, she stared at the redhead that sat down in front of her.

"No. Just trying to relax."

"How's it going so far?"

"Excruciating. I don't think I've ever had an exam this exhausting and difficult. And it's only half way done. I've still got the three hour long simulation after lunch."

"I'm sure you'll do great. I've seen you when you're focused. You work well under pressure."

"I appreciate that. But paintball isn't quite the same thing when you potentially have someone's life in your hands."

Natasha stared at her long and hard before replying.

"Just remember. We're all very capable. You're our help and our backup, but we've been doing this…and far worse…on our own for way longer."

"Is that supposed to be a pep talk?"

The Black Widow smiled and gave a little shrug.

"You ok though, for real? You look exhausted. Did you get any sleep last night?"

Sophie felt her heart rate pick up and she had to work on keeping her breathing even. The blush, however, she couldn't help.

"I didn't get much sleep, no."

Her friend eyed her curiously.

"Well just try to get some food in you and relax while you can. Definitely go home and crash after this. Now, when you get the job, let me know so we can go out and celebrate!"

"Nat! Don't jinx me! Wait…you didn't rig this did you? The simulation? Or the interview? I specifically asked Bucky not to go to Tony about hiring me as an Eye. If anyone pulled strings…"

"Woah. Calm down. I did no such thing. And I'm a little bit offended that you'd think I would. I know you want to earn this on your own merit."

"Are you actually offended though?"

Nat thought about it for a moment, "No. Not really."

They grinned at each other.

"So? I know you've got a full week before your next mission. What are you up to tonight?"

"I'm making Steve take me dancing."

"What?!" Sophie let out a loud and boisterous laugh. "I cannot imagine him at the club!"

"No, not like that. There's a place that does swing. Figured that'd be more his style."

"Are we talking a date here?"

It was Natasha's turn to laugh.

"Definitely not. He lost a bet with me on our last mission. This is his debt."

"Out of all the things you could have asked of him, why this?"

A sly smirk appeared on her full lips, "I like to watch him squirm. He's so easy to tease and fluster."

"I'm pretty sure that's called flirting."

She rolled her eyes as Sophie let her own smirk curl the corners of her mouth.

…

Bucky ignored the slight jostle of the cargo plane as his scowl deepened. He'd been called away on this mission only two hours after he'd dropped Sophie off that morning and now he wouldn't be able to see her for several days. He couldn't wait to see her again and yet was dreading it all at the same time. The morning had been normal enough between them. But once she'd had time to process what they'd done, how they'd done it…would she feel awkward around him? Would she judge him for the way he'd dominated her? Would she regret her offer to allow repeat performances? Would she still want to see him and talk to him? He frowned further at the thought of Sophie feeling too embarrassed or scared to be around him anymore. He'd attempted to be as careful and considerate as possible, but it wouldn't be the first time a woman told him he was too rough or aggressive. After the super soldier serum he'd been forced to learn how to master a very careful hold on his control, even during his most intimate moments. He'd never every hurt anyone, or even come close to it, but he supposed some women really just preferred vanilla sex. He hoped Sophie wasn't one of those women.

But she'd seemed to enjoy herself…after finally relaxing a little.

Bucky closed his eyes and took a slow, deep breath in and out through his nose as he remembered how she'd screamed his name. It was even better than he'd imagined it. And the way she'd looked when she'd finally given in and let him take over. The plane jerked sharply and his left hand shot out, grabbing onto the rope chained to the wall beside him to keep from sliding off his bench. Eyes open now, he stared unseeing out the window across from him, beside Sam's head. Sophie had been incredible last night. He had a small glimpse of a side of her he'd never seen before. Now, Bucky was desperate to know more — to know what she'd be like in bed when she was fully comfortable and relaxed. What does she like? Is she bold? Is she timid? Would she let him take her from behind again? She'd said they could continue this if that's what he wanted and in this moment, that's the only thing that he wanted. The thought of how amazing it had felt to have her ass pressed up against him while his cock was buried deep inside of her made him stiffen right then and there. The plane gave another violet shake and he gripped the rope harder.

"Earth to Bucky!"

He snapped his eyes back to attention, gaze drifting a few inches over to Sam's face.

"What the hell you thinkin about over there?"

"Nothing," he responded gruffly.

"You've been in a bad mood all morning and now you've completely zonked out. If I didn't know you any better, I'd say some woman's got you all in a tizzy," Sam teased.

Bucky continued to glare silently at his friend. Pursing his lips, the Falcon examined the Winter Soldier before him.

"It is a woman…isn't it?" A slow grin spread across his face.

Bucky glowered, still refusing to respond.

"Come on Sam, leave him alone," Steve finally chimed in from Sam's right. "Although…if it is about a woman…she must really be something to get you so riled up."

"I'm not riled up," Bucky finally bit out.

"Well you've got something up," Sam gave him a pointed look as he raised both eyebrows.

Bucky growled and shifted, adjusting himself in his pants. Steve chuckled and shook his head.

"She must be some woman. I haven't seen you this agitated about a dame in a long time."

"Do we know her?" Sam pried.

Bucky stood up and grabbed a parachute, pulling it on as Steve did the same.

"Will you two just shut the hell up? We have a mission to focus on."

Steve and Sam threw each other a look that Bucky attempted to ignore. The trio made their way to the open door of the cargo plane and one by one, they jumped out.

…

The rest of Friday seemed to drag on and move at the speed of light all at the same time. At last, Sophie found herself falling back on Bucky's couch. He'd been going on last minute missions so often lately that she'd taken to just keeping his key on the ring beside her own. Right before her exams had started that morning, he'd sent her two texts.

Bucky: Good luck today doll. I know you'll kill it.

Bucky: Also, got called in for a Hydra 2.0 raid. Will probably be gone at least through the weekend.

So now she lay in his empty apartment with Alpine curling into her side. She allowed the feline to knead her shoulder as she nestled in, purring with contentment at her belly full of wet food. Turning on her side, she hugged the fluffy cat to her chest and drifted off to sleep.

…

Tuesday morning Sophie finally got the news when Tony Stark himself called her.

*Morning!*

"Morning…"

*Welcome to the team kiddo.*

"Wait…you're kidding, right?"

Sophie's heart was in her throat. She was hearing things, she had to be hearing things. There was no way she'd made it. The other applicants had exceptional resumes. She knew because they'd all been bragging openly. But this was Tony calling her. And as much as he liked to fuck around, she doubted he'd mess with her like this.

*Now now. I know what you're thinking short stack. But you earned this all on your own. You blew everyone else out of the water. So trust me when I say, no one had a hand in this but you. Congrats.*

"Oh…my…GOD! THANK YOU!"

*Just…don't distract our Manchurian Candidate too much, ok? Loathe as I am to admit it, he can actually be useful sometimes.*

"What?"

*Ohhh come on now. As much as Nat would love to have you, we all know you and Barnes are meant to couple up.*

She felt her insides squirm at his phrasing.

*Alright. Gotta run. You start next week. Someone will reach out with the deets.*

Then the line went dead. Sophie continued to stare at the phone in her hand, still in disbelief.

"Holy shit. I did it. I'm…finally going to be an Eye in the Sky. After so many years…I did it…" she whispered to herself.

Taking a moment to let it all sink in, she sat quietly on her balcony and watched the busy NYC street below. Then taking a deep breath, she texted Nat as a smile broke out on her face. The Black Widow would tell Steve and Sam and was already setting up a dinner celebration. But Bucky…Sophie wanted to be the one to tell him the news. Hopping in the shower, she bathed quickly, then pulled on some jeans and a soft casual button up that she rolled up to mid forearm. She left the top few buttons undone for a relaxed look. Finger combing her hair, she finally allowed the excitement of her promotion seep in. Grinning to herself, she turned on some music and texted Bucky at last.

Sophie: I know you got home super late last night but you'd better be up. Got some news for you. Come over ASAP!

She waited and waited and waited and at last, thirty minutes later, there came a response.

Bucky: Sorry, was in the shower. On my way.

Sophie: World's longest shower. You primp like a girl.

But he didn't respond. Instead, ten minutes passed and there came a knock on the door. Sophie ran over and yanked it open, finding Bucky leaning casually against the doorframe, chin length hair still damp. Laughing with joy, she grabbed his arm and dragged him into the apartment.

(Weekend On A Tuesday — R3HAB, Laidback Luke)

Letting go of him, she danced through her place, the music blaring. Bucky shut the door behind him and toed off his shoes. Then followed her deeper inside. Raising an eyebrow playfully, he perched on one of her barstools as he watched her carefree dance. The song stopped. Then started over again.

"Come on!" She called as she pulled on his hands. "Dance with me!"

Bucky gave her a tired smile.

"That would be a no. How long have you been dancing to the same song?"

She gave a little shrug, then twirled around.

"Soooo…your news?"

"I DID IT BUCKY! I GOT THE POSITION!"

His face broke out into a full grin.

"I knew you would doll. Never had a doubt."

"Nat is planning a celebratory dinner tonight! Buuuuttt…you know what this means, right?"

She gave him a wicked smirk while she kept dancing in front of him.

"Now you're stuck with me."

Bucky crossed his arms over his chest and gave her a sly look.

"Not necessarily. I get to pick who my Eye is…not sure I want you chattering in my ear all day while I try to focus…"

Her heart dropped into her stomach as her face fell. She was pretty sure he was kidding but he said it so seriously she couldn't be sure. Then his face broke out into a smile and let out a laugh. Pushing away from the stool Bucky came over and wrapped his arms around Sophie, lifting her up into a big hug.

"Come on now. You know I'm teasing. I'm proud of you doll. Can't wait to have you with me on the missions."

Suddenly, she noticed him wince and he quickly set her down. Sophie frowned.

"What's wrong?"

His lips pulled down and he rolled his left shoulder slightly. He sighed.

"My shoulder's just sore. That's why I was in the shower so long."

"Oh," Sophie blinked up at him surprised.

He'd told her over the years about how his shoulder would ache sometimes after a difficult mission. Carrying the weight of the metal arm over 70 years had done a number on his body, even with the super soldier serum. Despite Shuri's amazing work with balancing his new vibranium arm, the sloppy job Zola had done with removing his mangled limb and attaching the prosthetic had left lasting scars, even those they couldn't see. Sophie's heart ached as she watched him rub at his neck and shoulder.

"Don't worry. It'll be fine. I just need to rest."

"Well, have you ever thought about getting a massage."

"No," he replied sharply.

His response was so quick and harsh she was taken aback. He looked at her sidelong, a deep frown on his handsome face.

"I don't…I don't exactly like the idea of some stranger having their hands all over my body," he finished hesitantly.

Of course. Why hadn't I thought about that. Stupid, Sophie. Really stupid.

"Ok…I get that. Well…I don't have that cream that you use, but I do have some pretty good lotion…"

He looked at her skeptically, "Okkkk…"

Bucky watched her hesitate for a moment. Sophie chewed on her bottom lip before looking up at him shyly.

"So why don't you just take off your shirt and go sit on the couch?"

Narrowing his eyes at her, he cocked his head cautiously but complied. She disappeared into her bathroom and came to find Bucky shirtless and on the couch as instructed. Squeezing out some of the lotion on her hands, she began to gently rub the back of his neck and shoulder, carefully avoiding any scar tissue. Bucky suddenly let out a small moan and his head dropped forward, giving her better access. Sophie's hands stilled and her body flushed, the moan reminding her sharply of the previous night. Quickly gathering herself, she took in a steady breath and continued rubbing.

"That feels…amazing," he breathed out.

"Lean forward a little," she instructed quietly.

He did as he was told, head bowed. She continued to rub and knead, feeling her fingers roll over the knots in his thick muscles.

"Is it ok if I touch you here?"

Sophie's voice came out soft and gentle as her fingers ghosted over his scars.

Bucky blinked a few times, swallowing hard. Her touch was so tender, like nothing he'd felt there before. And it was doing things to him he didn't care to admit.

"Yeah," he rasped out. "I'll let you know if it's uncomfortable."

Putting a little more lotion onto her hands, her fingers began to glide over his skin closer to where vibranium connected to flesh. She chanced a glance at Bucky's face. His eyes were closed, head still bowed forwards and tilted slightly sideways. He looked completely relaxed and it made her heart soar. Letting out a content hum she watched his brows crease slightly as she applied more pressure. At last, her hands stopped moving.

"How does that feel?"

Sophie wasn't sure why she was whispering but it felt right at the moment. Bucky matched her volume when he replied.

"Good. Really good."

The breathy sound of his voice made her entire body coil tightly and burn. She cleared her throat and tried to pull herself together.

"Ok, let me do the other side."

"The other side doesn't hurt."

"It's better to keep things balanced. Besides, do you want more massage or not?"

Keeping his eyes closed, Sophie's heart trilled as a lazy smile stretched on his lips. He hummed in response. She began rubbing the right side and Bucky let out another soft moan.

Holy fuck. He's got to stop doing that!

She rubbed her thighs together, shocked by how her body was responding to him.

"Sophie."

The way he said her name shot a jolt of pleasure straight to her core and she felt herself grow wet.

"Why have you never told me you have magic hands?"

She laughed, "I don't have magic hands. I have regular hands. You just abuse your body and never pamper it. Anyway, my regular hands are tired. I'm done. You can put your shirt back on."

He snatched her right hand before she had a chance to pull it away and brought it to his lips. Laying an open mouthed kiss on the back, he let her go.

"Thanks, Soph."

Then he stood up and grabbed his shirt, pulling it down over his head.

"Seriously. You have no idea how much better it feels."

Smiling back at him softly, she turned to go put up the lotion. Sophie took a steadying breath as she walked, hoping to cool her overheated body.

"I'm glad I could help."

…

They sat around the dinner table, drinks in hand and laughing. Sophie smiled to herself as she observed the stealthy looks Steve kept throwing at Nat over the rim of his beer mug. She glanced sidelong at Bucky who was sitting to her left. His eyes slid from Steve, locking with hers. They gave each other a knowing smile, then turned away from one another. A warm hand landed on her knee, then slid up to a few inches. Bucky squeezed her leg, trying to hide his grin at their friend's behavior behind his own glass. Sophie coughed, nearly chocking on her cocktail. Her heart sped up and she waited for him to move his hand as they were served their dinners. But his hand remained clasped around her. Whether on purpose or on accident, she wasn't sure, his fingers suddenly ghosted across a few inches of her bare skin as they curled into her lower thigh. She instinctually clamped her thighs together, trapping his hand between them as her head shot to her left. For a split second she caught a faraway look on his face until he blinked and quickly removed his hand. Sophie continued to stare at Bucky. Turning his head just a fraction he made eye contact.

"Sorry," he muttered under his breath.

Soft brown eyes roamed over his scruff covered face.

What was that?

"What?" He finally asked her quietly.

The ruckus continued around them as Sam laughed loudly at something Nat had said.

"Where were you just now?"

He gave a little shrug, then looked away from her, his attention going to his food. Sophie turned to her own plate, still trying to figure out what had just happened. They continued to celebrate, Nat giving a small speech to toast to Sophie's success. They sat together for a few hours, story telling, teasing, eating and drinking. Carefree laughter swirled around them. At last their plates were cleared and dessert menus were distributed. Sophie yawned as her eyes skimmed over the sweet options. She felt Bucky nudge her arm gently. Glancing up, she found him studying her face.

"You want to stay for dessert or ready to go home?"

He'd insisted on driving her to their dinner party so she could relax and not worry about transportation back. Truthfully, as much as she loved spending time with the others, she was longing for a little peace and quiet now. It was only ten o'clock and not late yet by any means. But after the high of her news this morning and the tension she'd been feeling since the other night, her body felt exhausted. She found it difficult not knowing how Bucky wanted to proceed from here. But perhaps his lack of broaching the subject was all the information she needed. Sophie sighed inwardly.

"Both?"

Bucky raised his brows at her.

"Can we take dessert to go and just watch a movie at my place?"

A small smile softened his features. Over the years he'd come to realize that as much as Sophie loved to hang out with her friends and socialize, she would mentally tire after a while. Usually needing an hour or two of some down time either alone or just with him to decompress and quiet her mind.

"Sure thing, darlin. Tonight's your night."

She ordered a slice of chocolate cake with cream cheese frosting and a raspberry coulis that was packaged and placed into a small bag. The pair said their goodbyes to their friends and before she knew it, she was on the back of Bucky's bike, clutching onto him as they zipped through the still heavy traffic.

…

Thirty minutes later, they found themselves on Sophie's couch with the slice of cake between them, a fork in each of their hands. Bucky flipped through the various movies, trying to find one to watch.

"I don't know what I want," Sophie whined. "My brain is too fried. You pick one!"

"Whatever I pick, you're going to shoot down," he groused.

"Then just…give me some options!"

Bucky rolled his eyes.

"At least tell me a genre. What are you in the mood for? Action? Romance? Mystery? Suspense? Comedy? Give me something."

She shoved a chunk of cake into her mouth and looked at him. All he needed was that one look and he already knew the answer to his question.

"Romance. Of course. Why do I even bother to ask?" He grumbled under his breath.

Swallowing, she washed the cake down with a swig of water.

"Don't complain. We both know you secretly love all the RomCom movies. I know you do. I've seen your face while you've watched them."

"I've been around you way too much," he muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Eat your cake."

Sophie smirked and took another bite of the dessert.

"If you don't hurry up I'm going to end up eating all of it."

His head snapped to her, eyes going down to the cake, then back to her. Very slowly, without taking his gaze off of her, he jammed his fork into the chocolate confection and broke off a third, shoveling it quickly into his mouth.

"Hey!"

"You were saying?" He asked through a mouth full of dessert.

Smirking, he turned back to the TV, finally choosing something he knew Sophie would enjoy. They relaxed back into the couch and polished off the rest of the cake within minutes. He stood up and took the box to the trash, setting their forks in the sink. When he returned, he sat down directly beside her, their legs touching. She couldn't help the spark of electricity that zipped through her. Now that she knew how good he was in bed, her body seemed to yearn for him constantly. There was an exact brand of comfort and trust that she'd developed around Bucky and somehow, it completely translated to the bedroom.

But she tamped those feelings down and tried to focus on the movie. There was absolutely no way in hell she'd be asking him for sex twice. No, the ball was squarely in his court if he wanted anything of the sort to continue between them. Though she couldn't help the feeling of disappointment that crept up when she realized that he may have not enjoyed the other night as much as she had. He'd definitely been very focused on the end goal, making sure Sophie reached her objective.

No, not the entire time. He'd let himself go at least somewhat at the end there.

Of that much she was certain. And so she was left wondering and fantasizing about what it would be like to have him bed her for real. What would he be like if he actually wanted her in that way? If he really set himself free? A weight settled over her shoulders, startling her from her thoughts. She looked up and found Bucky watching her intently.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Blinking up at him, Sophie shrugged.

"It's nothing. I'm just trying to down shift my mind."

She turned away from him. Bucky stared at her for a moment longer before following her example and slowly turning his head back to the TV.

…

(Play With Fire — Sam Tinnesz feat Yacht Money)

He'd been watching her for a solid five minutes. The emotions flickering on her face at lightening speed. She was clearly looking at the TV without actually seeing it. Bucky let his eyes slide over her profile. He'd always known she was beautiful but now he couldn't help but add sexy to his descriptors. Their legs grazed as he sat close to her and it made his mind wander back to dinner. He wasn't sure what had come over him. He'd originally squeezed her leg in an unspoken gesture that they were on the same wavelength and he was seeing what she was seeing with Steve and Nat. And then…and then he didn't know. Soft flesh was beneath his fingers, warm and smooth. A flash of the previous night as he ran his palms up those same legs came to mind. His fingers moved involuntarily until she clamped her thighs down around his hand, knocking him out of his reverie and back to the present. He had been mildly embarrassed and massively turned on. It took every minute of waiting on their dessert and paying the check to get his body back under control.

Now, sitting so close to her again, he felt himself stirring once more. She'd given him the green light to make an advance, she'd told him before he could if he wanted. But he wasn't sure he should. It felt like playing with fire. And yet…he was burning for her. Slowly, he draped his vibranium arm over her shoulders. She startled slightly, then turned her head and gazed up at him. His eyes roved over her familiar face.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Blinking up at him, Sophie shrugged.

"It's nothing. I'm just trying to down shift my mind."

She turned away from him. Bucky stared at her for a moment longer before following her example and slowly turning his head back to the TV.

What if she changed her mind?

Now, no longer delirious from exhaustion and having been relieved of the stress she'd been under, would she still welcome him in her bed? He felt his heart pounding in his chest as he stole a glance at her. He wanted her. Right then and now. But he didn't know how to ask. If she turned him down he'd be ruining more than the night, he could be damaging their entire friendship.

She was brave enough to ask you though.

But that had been different. She practically asked to use his body for a specific end goal, not that he'd minded. Tonight, however, he would be asking if she wanted to be with him for a completely different reason. If she wanted to join with him in the most intimate way for nothing but the pleasure it would bring them both. Something in the back of his mind whispered to him. It reached out from a dark corner, warning him that he was simplifying his desires, twisting them into something not entirely accurate. Chancing another glance at her, he shoved those thoughts aside, not caring to analyze himself any more than what Dr. Young required of him.

…

Sophie could repeatedly feel his eyes on her. She tried hard not to let it affect her, but she couldn't help the fire he lit up inside with his smoldering gaze. Stomach churning with anticipation, her heart began to race. She briefly wondered if she was reading his body language correctly.

Am I misinterpreting him? Does he want to…? No, stop that. Just because you want him on top of you again doesn't mean that he does. Wait, what?

Her own thoughts startling her, she felt herself blush. Bucky shifted beside her. Then he shifted again. She peeked at him through the corner of her eyes and she was pretty sure he'd been adjusting himself. Staring resolutely ahead, his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly. Her gaze snapped forward.

No. There's no way. He wasn't…he's not…

But there it was. He was watching her again. She was pressed so closely to his side she could feel his breathing speed up.

"Sophie…" he began, his voice a hoarse whisper.

She turned her head slowly to him, their eyes locking. Her heart was hammering so furiously she could hear it pounding in her ears. Emboldened by the look of want on his face, she addressed him, surprising them both.

"All you have to do is ask, Bucky," she whispered back.

Nostrils flaring, he took in a deep breath as something hot sparked in his eyes. Sophie barely had a second to register this change in his demeanor before he'd claimed her lips. His left hand went into her hair as his right arm wound around her waist. He yanked her into his lap, asking her for what he wanted with his steamy kiss rather than with words. She moaned in response. Taking that as a yes, he spun around, laying her out on her deep couch. Crawling up her body, Bucky kissed and nipped her neck as her hands went to his maroon henley. Allowing her to pull it over his head, he lowered himself back down but kept most of his weight off of her. He watched with hooded eyes as she drank in the sight of him, hands running up and down his front. Sophie's fingers went to the button on his jeans but he grabbed her wrists, stopping their motion.

"Uh-uh. Not yet."

She pouted up at him.

"You first."

Eyes widening, she felt a surge of wetness between her legs. There was a dangerous spark in his eyes as he slowly pulled her sweater off, revealing a satin white bra underneath. He hissed, his cock hardening at the sight of her. Sophie mewled when he drew his fingertips down the sides of her body.

"You like that, baby?"

The only response he got was a whimper. Popping the button on her jeans, he slowly slid the zipper down. Then she helped him shimmy them off of her completely. She wore matching panties underneath. The set wasn't anything meant to be exceptionally sexy. But it was a retro style that made Bucky burn with desire for her.

"Fuck that's sexy."

A boldness that she didn't know she had possessed her. Propping herself up on her elbows she gazed up at Bucky through her lashes.

"You like that, baby?" She threw back at him.

His eyes, nearly black from his blown pupils, darted up to hers.

"Feeling cheeky tonight, are you?" He growled at her.

Sophie gasped as his mouth attacked hers again. He pressed her body back into the couch, his mouth prying her lips open. Tongue darting inside, he began to move it leisurely, teasing her, tasting her, dominating her mouth. She moaned when she felt him lower himself down some. His lips left hers and he trailed them up her jaw and to the back of her ear. A soft mewl escaped her lips and she arched her hips up, seeking some relief at her throbbing center. Bucky grabbed a hip and roughly pressed her back down, earning him a whimper in protest.

"All in due time darlin," he whispered hotly into her ear.

His actions sent desire spiraling through her like never before. The wetness grew between her legs and she reached around, attempting to unbutton his jeans once more. Sitting back on his heels faster than she could move, he grabbed her wrists and then came forward to slammed them down above her head. He hovered over her for a moment, watching her as she stared up at him with wide eyes. His grip on her was tight but not painful. To say that was a massive turn on for Sophie would be the understatement of the century. Slowly, Bucky allowed his body to lower back down, covering hers. His nose nuzzled hers for a moment before he brought his lips to her, ghosting and teasing.

"I said…not yet," he breathed against her mouth.

"Well fuck, Bucky," she whispered. "I've gotta say, even after last time, I never imagined you'd be this controlling in the bedroom…"

His eyes snapped open and he immediately let go of her wrists. Pushing himself up into a sitting position he practically scrambled off of Sophie. She propped herself back up on her elbows and stared at him in confusion.

"What? What happened?"

"I'm sorry," he spoke quietly, eyes almost wild. "I didn't mean to…I wasn't trying to…"

She watched him flounder for a moment. Running a hand through his hair he turned his face away from her, looking slightly ashamed.

"I'm sorry Sophie. I should have been more gentle…"

Coming up to her knees, she placed her hands on either side of his face and attempted to turn him towards her. He'd been so upset by her words that she could tell he'd gone soft.

"Bucky…look at me."

He complied, turning his head a fraction but allowing his eyes to make contact.

"I…" she chewed on her lip a moment before looking at him shyly.

"I liked it," she admitted at last.

Eyes narrowing, he studied her, looking for any lie in her words. But he found none. Sophie stretched herself and put her mouth against his. Cautiously, she drew his bottom lip between her teeth and bit down lightly. He huffed out a breath, feeling himself start to stir again. Placing her palms against his chest, she swallowed and gathered up her courage.

"I don't want you to stop Bucky. I want you to do it again."

He groaned, his cock stiffening and lengthening at her words. Grabbing her waist, he pulled her close. Then he tangled his fingers in her hair and tipped her head backwards with a gentle tug. Kissing her deeply, he mumbled into her mouth.

"Take of my jeans Sophie."

She allowed her hands to travel down and at last she undid the top button and pulled down the zipper. Shoving the jeans over his hips, she let them pool at his knees. Still holding her close, Bucky let them tip, causing Sophie to fall backwards onto the couch. He gave her another kiss, this one soft and tender, then came to stand beside her. Sophie watched, mesmerized as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his dark green boxer briefs and slid them down, taking the jeans with them and letting his once again engorged member spring free. She'd been too nervous the other night to really allow herself to look. But tonight she took the time. He was something to behold. Strong muscles rippling with each movement as his thick cock stood at attention. It glistened with precum already and she had to squeeze her thighs together at the sight of him pumping his hand over his length, priming himself.

"Bucky."

It came out as a moan mixed with a plea. He looked down at her with hungry blue eyes as he approached the couch again. Settling on his knees between her legs, Bucky paralyzed her with his gaze. He continued to stare at her as his fingers ghosted up her thighs and to her soaked panties. Running two fingers over her core, he sucked in a breath at how wet she was. Sophie bucked her hips, trying to relieve some of the tension there.

"Bucky…"

The need in her voice was unmistakable now and it made his throbbing cock twitch. He slowly pulled her panties down. Then allowed his mouth to trace up her leg. Still unsure if she'd allow his lips on her most intimate spot, he skipped over and descended on her other thigh. Sophie moaned and grabbed onto his hair. Working his way up her body, he nuzzled her neck, allowing his scruff to tickle her sensitive skin. She squirmed deliciously beneath him, ripping a groan from his throat.

"Ung."

Reaching beneath her back he unsnapped her bra and then yanked it down her arms. Sophie could feel his hard shaft bouncing against her and it was revving her up into a frenzy. She whimpered, lifting her hips up, rubbing against him.

"Bucky, I need you."

"I know doll."

But still he wouldn't grant her what she wanted. Sophie couldn't take it any more. She had to have some sort of relief. Reaching down, she began to play with her clit. Bucky watched her with intense eyes for a moment before grabbing her hands and pinning them over her head once more. He entwined their fingers and settled most of his weight on top of her.

"So impatient. One of these days I'll teach you to just enjoy it instead of racing to the finish line."

The promise of his words sent a shiver down her spine.

"But not tonight," she breathed out in a plea as her fingers squeezed his.

He chuckled against her neck. Then settled fully between her spread legs.

"Not tonight."

Then he was pushing inside of her. Bucky's tongue delved into her mouth as his cock filled her, deeper and deeper with each slow thrust. Sophie wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his ass. Her whimpers were so wanton he couldn't hold back anymore and he slammed into her, burying himself deep inside. They moaned together.

"Oohh fuck Sophie."

"Yesssss."

They were squeezing each other's hands, chests heaving against once another. He remained fully sheathed for a few more moments before he began to slowly and torturously move in and out of her. Bucky's stiff cock would withdraw half way before he'd thrust back into her, slow and deep. Sophie loved the way he stretched her, making her feel full in the best way possible. Her emotions were running haywire as she briefly wondered why sex had never felt like this before. Suddenly, he pulled out completely. She keened.

"I can see you thinking," he whispered into her ear. "I'm going to have to figure out how to make you stop doing that."

"Ung!"

Sophie's hips involuntarily thrust forward, seeking him out as he tweaked a nipple. He slid down her body slightly and took a pert nub into his mouth, sucking lightly, allowing his teeth to scrape over it. She moaned again and he moved to the other breast, repeating his actions. Her hands strained beneath his grip but he wouldn't let up. Feeling his raw strength and power overtake her like that did things to her that she'd never imagined. Then suddenly, he was at her entrance. The velvety head of his cock nudging her folds open again. Bucky teased her, allowing his tip to slip in and out repeatedly, driving her crazy. Sophie writhed beneath him, panting wildly.

"Oh God. More. Please, Bucky, please."

He looked down at her, mesmerized by how exquisite she looked as she begged him to take her. Eyes screwed shut and head shaking back and forth she practically trembled beneath him with her need. He settled back on top of her, thrusting deep and hard, causing Sophie to cry out.

"Oh yes!"

Bucky grunted as he set a torturous pace. His thrusts were unrushed but forceful, pushing her down into the couch, giving her what she wanted. Their bodies became slick with sweat as he picked up the pace, grinding himself into her while she worked herself against his cock. He could feel himself approaching his peak but he needed to watch her fall apart first.

"Come for me, baby," he urged her.

Sophie whimpered, squeezing her walls against him.

"Ahhh…fuck. That's it baby, that's it."

He was nearly there.

"Come for me now, Sophie!"

Voice stern, he commanded her body. And her body complied. Sophie felt her muscles convulse around his rock hard cock, causing it to throb inside of her. She threw her head back and eyes screwed shut, she screamed out her orgasm.

"YES BUCKY! YES! YES! YEEESSSSS!"

She bucked wildly against him. He couldn't take his eyes off of her as she tailspun into oblivion. Pumping into her three more times, Bucky buried himself deep inside her hot and soaked center as he spilled himself. He groaned deeply, fingers squeezing hers hard while he lowered his sweaty head to her neck. Moving himself lazily they stayed connected, drifting through the haze of pleasure that swirled through their minds.

"Why didn't we do this sooner?" Sophie asked.

Bucky could only laugh, too tired to say anything more. Eventually, he pulled out of her and stood up. He went to the bathroom and cleaned himself off, then handed her a damp towel. After they were done, he crawled back over Sophie and scooted behind her into the big spoon position. Pulling a throw blanket off the back of the couch, he covered them both.

"Guess we should finish the movie now," he managed to respond at last.

Sophie smiled as she snuggled back into his warm and solid body, eyes drifting to the still playing TV.

A/N: Could you all feel their tension? They're starting to get a little more physically comfortable with each other now, and boy do I have some fun stuff planned for these two *wicked grin*

Anyway, now that Sophie is officially an Eye I think I'm going to have put more of her work and Bucky's missions in the story! Hope you all will like that intermingled with the rest.

Please please leave a review if you're enjoying my hard work!

Thank you as always to all my wonderful reviewers: acquamarina, Vokunkendov, Gemmalou1994, Thorunnironside, Alices Rabbit, Alpinelover and MidnightStar!

Thorunnironside: Haha! Glad I can throw in a curveball! Thanks so much for your review.

Alices Rabbit: OMG thank you so so much! That is a massive compliment and your review was just amazing! :D

Alpinelover: lol! Happy I could surprise you! Love confessions are always great. But I think you know me by now…these two are going to have to work for it first haha.

MidnightStar: Wow, just wow! Thank you very much! Your review was just wonderful!