Bucky had you look through all the bags that Natasha filled at the store for you while he went to grab the two of you some lunch. You look through everything excitedly, you've never had anything new before Bucky, so all these clothes excite you to no end. Whoever bought you all of these clothes had also gotten you a few books to read and even some adult coloring books as well as pens to color with.
When Bucky walks into the bedroom once more, his eyes go wide when he sees you with tears in your eyes sniffling. "Doll? What is it?" he sets down the tray of food and walks over to you, moving the bags out of the way and picks you up into his arms. "Why are you crying, babydoll?"
"I- I'm fine," you sniffle, trying to calm yourself. You really are fine; you don't know why you're crying. "I'm sorry."
Bucky has an overwhelming urge to kiss you silly and make everything better for you. "You're not fine," Bucky states. "Are you in pain?" You shake your head in denial. "Okay, that's good," he gives you a smile. "Well… do you know why you're crying?"
This time you shrug, you don't know. "I- I don't. It's just I… I never had anything new before and that's a lot of stuff."
Bucky wipes away all the tears, listening intently at what you're saying and massaging your lower back gently as he pulls you closer on his lap. "You're overwhelmed, doll, that's all," Bucky explains gently. "These are just what Natasha got for you, you'll be much more spoiled when you're healed up and I can take you places. You'll be treated properly here," he swears, kissing your cheeks and the tip of your nose. "Just like royalty."
Suddenly the closeness of Bucky and how soft his lips are pressed against your cheeks and how gently he rubs you, makes your stomach do a few flips while your skin flushes. You squirm a bit nervously, causing Bucky to grunt while his hands fly to your hips to still your movement.
"Babydoll, don't move," he strains out. "How about we get you fed now and then we can figure out something to do, hm?"
You simply nod your head in agreement and let him move you off his lap and onto the bed once more where he kisses your forehead.
"Okay so we have fresh fruit and teriyaki chicken with rice," Bucky tells you as he hands you a bowl of mixed fruit and a separate bowl of chicken and rice.
"Thank you," you say softly as your stomach growls embarrassingly loud.
The next couple of days pass by in a blur, Bucky had to sedate you one other time to bathe you and it had made you stay in bed for even longer than last time. Bucky didn't like taking your choices away, but it wasn't safe either but now that your stitches were out, you are able to stand and walk on your own. Right now, you're just stepping out of the shower for the very first time and drying yourself off to dress in a pair of cosmic astrology leggings and a purple tank top. Drying your hair, you brush through it and braid it to the side.
Bucky had instructed you to leave the bedroom today, informing you to be anywhere else but in the bedroom to get you out and about. His only rule was not to go to the basement and if you wanted to go outside, someone was to go with you. He had to leave the house for a few hours for work so he couldn't be here with you, but he didn't want you to feel confined in this room by any means.
Walking out of the bathroom and into the room, you pick up the reading book you had started before hesitantly walking out of the bedroom. You're instantly met with a redhead walking by talking on the phone dressed in black leather skintight pants and a red strapless crop top.
"Oh! She just came out," she suddenly turns to you with a wide smile making you pause. "Mhm. Don't worry, I got it covered." She hangs up her cell phone and shoves it into her back pocket. "I'm Natasha," she introduces.
"Oh!" you recognize her as the one who bought you all the clothes and even the book in your hand right now. You smile back. "Thank you for all the clothes," you tell her instantly. "And the books as well."
"Of course! Were you going somewhere? I was hoping we could get to know one another if you'd like?" Natasha says in a hopeful tone.
"I was just going to find somewhere to read is all," you inform her. "I'd like some company though."
Natasha smiles at that. "Come on, we'll get a couple of drinks, and we can split the time talking and reading."
The next couple of hours have you and Natasha laughing at the stories she tells you about Steve and Bucky. You even open up about a few things you didn't think you would unless Bucky had told you to again. Natasha listened carefully and held your hand in comfort, not interrupting except to mutter something in a different language you didn't understand seemingly upset with parts you tell her. Eventually the two of you hear a couple of cars pulling up into the driveway from where you are in the backyard pergola swing. This spot will for sure be your favorite to come to for some time along.
This particular area has a firepit in the middle with six very comfortable looking lounge chairs surrounding the pit and then the very outer of that, are the seven different swings that all match in décor that surround the chairs.
"And that," Natasha says with a smile, "is my husband."
You nod your acknowledgment but keep quiet as Steve and Bucky coming walking up to the two of you on the swing holding extra blankets as it had gotten slightly chillier outside.
"What are you ladies doing outside for so long?" Steve asks as he reaches for Natasha, swiftly picking her up into his arms and sitting her on his lap.
Unconsciously, you shrink a little way back from the couple now that a male's presence is in such a close proximity. While you hadn't taken notice of your reaction, Steve and Natasha did and Bucky who had come up from behind you to lift you up and place himself between the couple and yourself, had noticed it. Your reaction made Natasha and Steve frown at one another before schooling their features before turning to face you once more. Bucky covers the two of you, tucking your feet under his left thigh as he secures you in his hold. It only takes a few seconds for you to relax into his form. As you lay your head down on Bucky's shoulder, your eyes begin to droop closed on their own accord.
"So?" Natasha smirks at Bucky as he keeps a hand rubbing up and down your arm even while you're sleeping.
Bucky arches an eyebrow towards Natasha. "Get to the point, Nat," he demands her gently.
Natasha rolls her eyes. "Are you going to, ya know bow chika bow wow," she smiles wiggling on Steve's lap.
The couple burst out laughing earning an eyeroll from Bucky from himself and a shake of his head in annoyance. "How about you mind your business and let us do whatever it is we are going to do."
"I think she's going to be good for you," Steve tells Bucky honestly. "We need to do some more digging on who she is or was rather. Why she was held captive for all those years."
"Have you heard from Strucker?" asks Bucky being curious as to if anything will change after what happened. Strucker supposedly had been part of the rival mob that Bucky and his men had gone against when they came across the gorgeous girl who is now sleeping in his lap right now.
"I'll give him a call," Steve replies, shifting to grab out his phone from his pocket but stopping when Bucky raises his hand to dismiss him.
"Later," he simply tells him. "Spend time with your wife," Bucky easily stands up with your sleeping form in his arms.
The two love birds smile brightly as Bucky walks back into the house where he takes you to bed. Natasha's joke rings through Bucky's head as he lays you under the covers, sitting down, right next to you to enjoy the calm content look on your face as you sleep. Admittedly it has been a little while since he's had a woman to sink himself into and forget about everything bad for a moments time while being buried in the torrents of a hot tight pussy. Back in the day he would have his way with women- not forcing himself on them- but having plenty to go to after having a long hard day at work. None of them meant anything to him however, they were just used to blow off steam. None of them brought out the feelings this fragile woman did laying in his bed.
No, this woman makes him want to burn the whole city down to find out who hurt you and kept you captive all the years you had been. She makes butterflies swarm his stomach while his palms get sweaty just from looking at her. Any little thing he never experienced before seems to come alive within himself just by the simple thought of you. Bucky would give anything to have the chance at showering you in gifts, luxury, anything you could dream of he would make it happen. He would give anything to have the chance to love you and for you to love him.
Before Bucky even realizes he is doing it, he had leaned down so close to your face that he can feel the gentle puffs of breath coming from your nose, his soft plump lips graze your own softly. Once. Twice. Your eyes flutter open, startling both him and you as you inhale sharply. As Bucky goes to say something, he pauses to watch as your tongue darts out to lick your lips, tasting him faintly as you do you make a soft barely audible noise escape you.
Making sure you're able to stop him if you had wanted to, he leans in once more with purpose and power before pausing just inches from your lips. You close the distance quickly, your lips pressing against his own this time. The noise that leaves Bucky's throat causes a delicious heat to pool deep into your core which has you gasping. Your lips parted enough for Bucky to shove his tongue in gently, tasting you as his hand reaches to cup your face, his fingers curling around to the back of your head and tilting for a better angle.
The amount of fluttering your stomach is doing from Bucky's touch, his kiss, has you grasping the front of his shirt to pull him closer to you. You need to feel him pressed against your body. Bucky also wants to feel how good your body would feel pressed against his own and had started to shift fully onto the bed, kicking off his shoes when you had tried tugging him closer. He enjoys that you're just as needy as him right now, he enjoys how, when his free hand goes to your thigh and dragging down until your knee, you easily spread yourself open for him as he guides you to hitch your leg over his hip.
Everything bad that had happened leading up until the point of Bucky, doesn't seem to matter as you feel so safe and protected in his hold. You had never felt either of those two feelings before in your life. However, when Bucky grinds his very prominent member into your covered core, something tugs at your brain that makes you freeze. Bucky is quick to stop his motion and to pull away from your sweet mouth to assess you over. The two of you are panting, your face is reddening further from his inspection.
"You okay baby doll?" Bucky asks, the tip of his nose gently rubbing the tip of yours in a motion to comfort.
The sound of your heart fluttering is the only thing you hear for a second before you can process his question. "I- I'm fine," you stammer, licking your lips nervously as you can feel tears welling up in your eyes.
Bucky shifts his body so his still raging hardon isn't pressing against your core. "You need to tell me what's going on in that head of yours. Don't lie to me."
Suddenly your tears are overtaking you and Bucky is cooing soft soothing words to comfort you, his mouth kissing away some of your tears as his thumbs swipe sway strays. Bucky lifts off your body which causes you some more distress before positioning himself against the headboard before lifting you on top of him.
"You're safe with me," Bucky tells you softly. "Take your time. I'm right here, doll." It takes a few minutes for you to begin calming down and by the time you are, all you can hear is Bucky telling you how much of a good girl you are which makes you into a puddle in his lap. "That's it doll, you're doing so good. Just take deep breaths like the good girl you are."
You rest your head on his shoulder, curling into yourself self-consciously as you hadn't meant to ruin everything. "I'm sorry," you tell him softly.
"Don't apologize for how you're feeling, babydoll," Bucky replies, his hand coming up to cup your face once more and guiding you to look at him. "I shouldn't have gotten carried away like that."
You wanted him to get carried away though, but you'll never voice such a statement. Instead, you keep quiet and lean your body against his own until you are soothed into a fully relaxed state.
One week turns into two then two into three and somehow a month and a half has passed by within a blink of an eye. A month and a half of no answers, a month and a half of heavy make-out sessions, a month and a half of steadily gaining some weight, a month and a half still full of nightmares but slowing down, and a month and a half of freedom.
"Come here babydoll," Bucky says softly as he holds his hand out for you to take.
You do, letting him guide you between his spread-out legs where he holds a small black box in front of you. Frowning at it, you look between him and said box before you carefully take it into your hands.
"Open it," he urges.
"What is it?" you question as you open the box.
"I have to leave for a few days- "Panic instantly begins to fill your body as your eyes snap to Bucky's face. "I'm sorry babydoll," Bucky soothes his hand over your hip. "I don't like it either but duty calls. This is so I can hear your pretty voice while I'm away."
"I d- "
"Three days. You can be my good girl for me, right? You can be a good girl and wait for me to come home to you," Bucky knows exactly what it does to you when he praises you like this and he uses it to his advantage.
Your breathing hitches slightly and a warmness pulls into the pit of your stomach as Bucky pulls you down to now straddle his lap. Tucking your head in the crook of his neck, you breathe in his scent.
"I know you're going to be my good girl," Bucky murmurs in your ear as he secures you to him. You can't help the tears that spill out onto his black t-shirt but Bucky doesn't care that you're ruining his shirt, just that you're being his good girl and breathing like you're supposed to. "I'm going to call you every night before bed and Nat will be here with you along with a couple others. You're gonna be safe here."
"Okay," you croak out between breaths.
"And when I come back in three days we stay in bed and watch movies all day," Bucky offers. "We'll do whatever you want to okay?"
"Three days?" you confirm, taking a deep breath and pulling away from him to see his face.
"Three days babydoll."
And so that is how you've ended up curled in a ball, sleep completely evading you on the second night of Bucky's three days away. The night before you woke up from a nightmare and have been up ever since then. You walked around the mansion; you reminded yourself that you were safe. Bucky had just gotten off the phone with you a few hours ago so you know he's fast asleep by now. Eventually your exhaustion finally takes over and you fall into a light sleep.
Bucky however, made his business deal short, not wanting to be away from his girl for long. On the bright side, the other guy wanted it to be done and over with as well. So, unbeknownst to you, Bucky is just walking through the front door of his house and quickly making his way up to the bedroom to find you hugging his pillow to your body in your sleep. Kicking off his shoes and stripping from the suit and tie, he makes his way over to you where he gently tucks the hair behind your hair causing you to stir. Your eyes flicker open and you're sitting straight up, flinging yourself into Bucky's arms.
Bucky is quick to secure you to him, breathing you in just as much as you do him. "Miss me babydoll?" Bucky smiles, placing kisses everywhere he can reach.
"I thought you weren't going to be home till tomorrow," you say with a muffled voice having pressed your face into the crook of his neck.
"We finished up early, I'm sorry I woke you up." Bucky situates the two of you in bed to lay comfortably.
Leaning up, you look at Bucky's tired form, tracing his face with your fingertips where Bucky grabs your hand gently in his own to pepper kisses on it. Bucky cups the side of your face and brings you halfway to meet his mouth. You're quick to melt into him, your hand tangling itself in his hair as you press yourself closer into his side. Bucky wastes no time in flipping the two of you over and settling himself between your legs. Heat pools instantly in the pit of your stomach as you feel a wetness grow between your legs.
"I missed you so much babydoll," Bucky pulls away from your mouth to calm himself down.
"I missed you too."