Charlie's POV:
"Sam? You coming back to the cottage?" I plead up to Sam, I know he probably has business and family to attend to, but I can't figure out how or what to say to Maggie.
"I need to go see my family." He looks at me seeing the tears in my eyes. "But seeing how it's already late. I could spend another night."
"Thank you," I mouth up to him. Bucky holds my hand as we walk to the car. I get in the driver's seat and just pause. I look out of the windshield. "How could he do this? She's a baby. He spent the better half of the past week telling me to take things slow with Bucky so as not to confuse her. And his dumb ass goes back in time and is now old. How is that not confusing? What the fuck am I supposed to say to her."
Bucky and Sam sit silently letting me rant as I yell about all the ways Steve really fucked me over this time. "I know she loves me, but Steve, he was her person. He read a bed time story to her every night. Every fucking night. He kissed her when she was hurt. He was the one who could calm her during one of her random fits. And now he's gone."
"Doll...I can't even begin to understand what you're feeling."
"No, you can't!" I look over at Bucky and see he's hurting with Steve leaving, too. "James, I'm sorry. I shouldn't yell at you. He left all of us. It's just Maggie..."
"She's young Charlie. She might take the truth better than you think she would." Sam is trying to be the voice of reason.
"So, I tell my child that her father loved her, but he loved someone else more, and he needed to spend his time with her. Have other children, and grandchildren. That sounds like she's not good enough, and she's..."
"Perfect." Bucky finishes my sentence. I look at him with pure love in my eyes.
"See he gets it. And he's not even her father. Steve really knows how to fuck me." Silence. I realize now that's a double entendre. But I don't want to further dive into it. "So, what do I actually say?" I'm passed being mad at Steve now. Now it's sadness for my child.
Still not moving we all look amongst ourselves. "He got lost in time." Bucky speaks up. "She knew what he was doing. I mean even if he meets her as old man Steve, it would explain him being lost in time."
"You know what Bucky? You're a genius!" I lean over and kiss his lips. "Just for the record this is not me forgiving Steve. This is me, trying to make the most of the situation. I'm still pissed and hurt that he did this. Especially without talking with me. And us figuring out a game plan. Stupid selfish Steve. If we had a game plan and I knew I wouldn't be freaking out right now.
"No one blames you for that outburst." Sam says from the back. "I think you've handled it quite well considering. You do have a child to worry about now."
"Thanks Sam. I needed to scream at someone. You two are still here so I shouldn't take my frustrations out on you, but...it just came out." I turn backing the car out and making the long way home. Bucky's hand shuffles over to rest on my thigh and I lay my right hand on top of his. Our drive to the cottage is silent.
Happy is sitting on the porch swing with Maggie. Both seem very into the conversation. Once we all get out Maggie runs up to me and I spin her around. Happy looks amongst us noticing the absent Steve. He gives me a questioning look. "You can stay if you want to. I've got to talk with Maggie."
"Thanks Charlie, but maybe just give me a quick run through later though, yeah?" He tells me walking away.
"Thank you for all you do for us Happy." He smiles as he gets into the car.
"Mommy, where's daddy?"
"That's what I needed to talk to you about angel." Her bright blue eyes search my face, already filling with tears. "Something went wrong when he was returning the stones. He...he got lost in time, honey I'm sorry."
Her sweet angelic face contorts as she begins to cry, "No! I want daddy! Put me down." I hold on to her tightly. "Put me down! I want my daddy!" Her arms ball into fists as she hits at my chest.
I allow my heart to finally break as I'm clueless as to what I need to do. "Charlie put her down." Sam whispers to me. "I can't. She's hurting."
"We won't let anything happen to her."
"You did this!" Maggie's anger turns towards me. "You made him take the rocks!" I loosen my grip as she runs up the steps "I hate you!" Her voice whispers as she slams the door walking into her room.
I fall to my knees. Steve did this, and I'm being blamed. Bucky comes to my side, offering silent comfort as Sam walks past and into the house. Making sure Maggie is okay.
"I should have known. Steve hung the moon in her eyes. He knew...he fucking knew that she would hate me."
"She doesn't hate you, Charlie. She's angry. She lost Tony, Nat, and now her dad." Bucky tries to soothe my worries. "I know she says she hates you, but you don't believe it. Give her time. This is big emotions for a small girl."
I walk over to the steps, pulling Bucky's hand with me, and just sit. He wraps a warm arm around me and allows me to sit. Crying and thinking. No words ever spoken. We must have been sitting out there like this for hours. Night noises begin to pop up as twilight overtakes the atmosphere.
I hear the door open but continue sitting in my now uncomfortable position. "She wants you." I go to stand up, excited to see her face, "No, she wants Bucky." My face turns back to look at him confused. "She wants a bedtime story."
I can't help but smile a bit. I'm still hurt, but I also know Bucky is right. She's angry and I'm the best target for her to take her anger out on.
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Bucky's POV:
My face is blank as I feel Charlie's grip on my arm loosen. "I don't even know what to say." I tell her, confused as to what I should do.
"You don't have to say anything. You just have to read a book." Her voice is hoarse from her tears and her exhaustion. "Go. I'm okay." She gives me a weak smile as I walk in and to the girl's bedroom.
"Hey Bucky." Her little voice sounds tired, but still chipper.
"Hey Maggie. You're wanting a bedtime story." Her head nods yes. "Do you have a preference as to what you want me to read." Her head shakes no, but I walk over to her book shelf and pull out a random book.
"Not that one." She tells me, and I pull another and look at her. She shakes her head no. Now I'm at a two for two. I carefully look through her books and land on one that seems a bit more tattered than the rest, this one has been read a lot. "I Love You to the Moon and Back sound good to you Maggie James?" A big grin spreads across her face as I pull a chair over to her bed. "Before we start can you make a deal with me?"
"Depends." Her arms cross over her chest as she tries to intimidate me.
"I want you to apologize to your mom." Her face is completely blank but her posture softens. "Your dad would have gone to return the stones regardless of what your mom said. You know that right?" Her head shakes agreeing with me. "So, you shouldn't be mad at her, right?" Again, she shakes her head in agreement. "Your mom loves you very much, and it hurt her when your dad didn't return." I hear someone shuffle around outside, and slide down the hallway wall.
"But she has you now." Maggie's voice is flat as she looks down at her lap.
"Doesn't mean she isn't going to miss him."
"Did he leave because of you?"
"No."
"Cause of mommy?"
"Definitely not."
"Cause of me?" Her eyes well up with tears as she looks at me.
"Never. I don't think there was anyone else he loved more than you. You were his girl."
"I miss him...and Tito, and Nat."
"I know, but we can remember them. Even when it hurts, because if we don't remember we'll forget everything, every small detail. Even how he smelled. And your mom and dad took so many pictures. You'll be able to see his face whenever you want to." I point over to a picture of Steve holding Maggie when she was first born. Her little hands pick it up and brings it to her chest.
"Read." She looks up at me, and then sheepishly says, "Please."
"Do we have a deal? After I read you tell your mom you're sorry?"
"Yes." She huffs and points at the book.
"I love our time together as we start each happy day...I love our bath time silliness, as we splash and play...We'll climb the highest mountaintops – hold tight and you won't fall...I love to share the magic of the shining skies above...And think of all the different ways that we can show our love...like when we're touching noses." I boop her nose and she giggles and smiles at me. "Playing chase, or seeing friends, our love is always with us, and it never, ever ends...So, snuggle safely in my arms our day is nearly done...I love you to the moon and the stars, my precious little one."
"Maybe daddy is on the moon?" She asks me giving me a weak smile.
"Maybe."
She wiggles further into her bed as I pull the covers up to her chin, "You remember what I asked?" She nods her head, "Charlie?" I say a bit louder, knowing she's the one sitting outside the door.
Charlie stands and walks in the room. Maggie's eyes light up when she sees her, "Mommy?" The little girl fiddles around with her fingers, looking at me, and I nod my head, and lift my brows to her urging her to continue, "I'm sorry. I'm not mad, I just miss daddy."
"I know little pearl. And maybe one day, you'll get to see him again." Charlie walks over and sits on her bed; a hand comes over to my thigh.
"I love you." The little girl tells her.
"I love you, too my precious pearl." She bends over kissing the top of her head.
"Thank you, Bucky." Maggie softly says over to me.
"You're welcome. And now...off to sleep before you get tickled!" She giggles and turns over.
"I love you." Maggie whispers. I'm not sure if that was for me or Charlie but it stopped my movements immediately. Charlie stands pulling me with her out of the room. Before she leaves, she turns on a moon lap, softly illuminating the room.
"Thank you, Bucky." She softly says, almost mimicking the little girl.
"It was nothing." I shrug. Even though, it was far from being nothing.
"It was everything to me." Her fingers intertwine with mine as we walk to hers and Steve's room. I hesitate. Holding back a bit. "It's okay. I want you in here with me."
"Charlie..." I whisper and trail off.
"What, James?" Her eyes are laced with lust as she looks up at me.
"It feels wrong."
"Why?"
"That's yours and Steve's bed."
"We'll get rid of it. Until then, we can sleep on the floor." She's so matter of fact I can't help but chuckle. "I'm serious. I want you here with me." Her hands come up to my arms, tracing them gently with her fingers.
"It's only funny because I know you're serious."
"Then I'm not sure I understand the problem, James." She stands on her tiptoes, trying to reach my lips, normally I would bend down and meet her halfway, I bring my head up with a smile, but she still kisses along my neck. "I don't want any more of my life being dictated by Steve. And what you did for her, when she needed you, reminded me of all the times you've been there for me, when I needed you."
"Charlie...I've got to tell you something."
"Not right now James. Just hold me. Kiss me. Fall asleep with me. I just need to feel you. And it doesn't have to be on the bed, it can be on the floor, on the couch, or back on the pull out. I don't care, I just want you." I smile down at her, wanting so badly to give in, wanting to tell her we've met before she thinks we have, wanting to not constantly go back to Steve, "Tomorrow, we're getting rid of this thing." She kicks at the bed.
"Needy one, aren't you?" I smirk.
"You're an ass hole you know that?" She turns and walks away, slowly walking to her closet.
"Not so fast." I come up behind her, scooping her up, and kissing on her neck. I walk over to the bed and drop her down on it. "One night on this bed won't hurt." She smiles as she crawls closer to me, "But! No sex." A pout. "No, not until a new bed is in here." I smile looking over at her. She crosses her arms and pouts. Much like Maggie did earlier. I see where she takes after her mom.
"Fine." She gets up walking back to the closet.
"What are you doing?" I ask watching her.
"Changing into something more comfortable." She gives me an evil grin. Son of a bitch. She opens up a top drawer pulling up different lace pieces, and only glancing over at me. She pulls out some baby pink pieces, smiling over at me making sure I notice the tags are still on, and then she opens up another drawer, pulling out another baby pink piece, cutting the tags off them too. She swats at the door to close it.
"No, no. By all means, leave it open." Her head peaks through the door, before completely closing it. "Charlotte Allen, open the damn door."
"Why, Sergeant Barnes?" She flirts back.
"I just want to make sure you don't get hurt." The door opens. She still hasn't changed. But she slowly begins undressing herself. I watch as her hands move across her skin. I should have let her leave the door closed. She pulls up the baby pink panties, slowly bringing it along her skin, turning around so I can see exactly what it's not covering. I bite my tongue and pull at my pants that's tightening in the crotch. Charlie gives me a knowing look at my adjustment and takes off her shirt. With the removal of her bra, she uses an arm to cover her breasts. A growl escapes my mouth as I look at her, covering herself. She just gives me a coy smile before turning and adding her top that's basically a bra with sheer fabric draping over her sides.
Slowly she walks back to the bed, crawling over my body and turning to where her round ass is pointing towards me. "You know exactly what you're doing don't you?"
"Hmm?" She singsong whispers.
"Who's the fucking ass hole now, doll?"
"Sergeant Barnes what exactly are you talking about?" Her body flips back over looking at me with a smile. "You shouldn't say such things in front of an innocent lady."
"I don't know who's been lying to you, but you're far from innocent." I pull her up and over my body. She sinks down lower until her head is laying on my chest. And she glances up at me.
"You have no idea Sarge." She winks.
"Oh, I have an idea." I bring my head closer to you. "I know you love double penetration." Her cheeks blush as she turns away from me. I pull her chin back up to mine. "But we don't have to talk about that. Get some sleep, doll."
"James, you're not really dressed for bed." She points at my clothes. I roll my eyes but move her to stand up and remove all but my boxers.
"Happy?" She nods with a smile and wrapping her body up in mine. My hand automatically goes to rest on her plump ass and cups it. She will be the death of me. But we drift to sleep, no sex and all. I'm proud and disappointed in myself at the same time.
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Charlie's POV:
I jolt awake as a sleepy Bucky sits up in the bed in a cold sweat. My hand goes to his hand, before he swats it away. I look at him with wide eyes, he returns the same look. Gasping for air, "Bucky?" I whisper at him.
His eyes soften before he realizes it's me. "Sorry. I was having a nightmare." He brings his body close to mine, before sitting back up. "Does the sleeping in the floor thing still stand?" His brow furrows as his nose scrunches up.
"Whatever you need." I stand up out of the bed and rip the duvet off, throwing it in the floor, along with our pillows, and then walk out into the hallway grabbing some blankets. "Come on, James."
He comes down to the floor and pulling me into him, resting his head against my chest as his arms wrap tightly around my waist, "You, okay?"
"I am now." He pulls back and ghosts his lips across my chest.
I quickly inhale, "No, no, you said no sex."
"I didn't say I wouldn't make love to you." He wiggles his brows and begins kissing me again.
"It's the same thing, handsome." He scrunches his nose up again. "How about we just cuddle for tonight."
"But...I need..." I push his body off of me.
"Don't say that."
"What the hell just happened?"
"Don't finish that sentence you started. I don't want to hear that ever again."
"What was I going to say?" He sits up, looking at me, clearly confused.
"You were going to say that you need me. I don't want to hear that Bucky, and if you ever think of saying that to me, we will sleep separately."
"Charlie? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Are you denying you were about to say that you needed me?"
"No."
"Think, Bucky. Who always said that shit to me?"
"Steve."
"Exactly. And you yourself saw how easily I folded whenever he would say he needed me. I mean him saying that to me, took me away from you in Wakanda. So please, for the love of God, don't say that. I don't want that with you. I don't want you to control me. To make me comply to everything you say just by a few simple words." He gives me a weird chuckle. "What?"
"You and me. We're alike. With just a few simple words, Hydra could control me. When I went into winter mode I even would say, 'Ready to comply'. I'm sorry. I should have known."
"I never thought about that, James. But you're right...Steve wasn't all bad though."
"No."
"He gave me Maggie, and because of him, I met you."
"Right..." I sense a hesitation.
"What?" I ask, tilting my head.
"Nothing. I'm just tired. So, no sex though, right?"
"No Sergeant. Let's get us a new bed and we can christen it." I wiggle my eyebrows at him as he lays down, pulling me with him and we fall back asleep.
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Charlie's POV:
"Hey guys, I made breakfast..." Sam opens the door only to angrily cuss, "What the fuck? I've got to get out of here. Charlie, I believe I have seen you in various forms of undress just as much as Steve and Bucky." Bucky pulls a blanket up to cover me with a smile.
"You've seen more compromising positions than this morning."
"Why the hell are you in the floor? You know, don't answer that I don't want to know."
"The bed is too soft, Sam." Bucky growls.
"The bed is too soft. What are you doing barging in here?"
"I came to tell you, I made breakfast. Maggie is awake and waiting on you. So, Charlie put some clothes on and let's go."
"You're not going to say anything about Bucky here? He's just wearing boxers."
"His ass isn't hanging out. You would think you would get you some underwear that wasn't string."
"You know what pigeon? If we were dating you wouldn't be saying this."
"But Katniss, we're not dating. Nor am I interested, so cover your damn ass."
"Alright, alright. We're getting up, now leave if you don't want to see more."
Sam closes the door as I sit up, Bucky pulls me back down and kisses me, "We're getting a new bed today, right?" I nod.
"I've got connections. Now come on, handsome." I pull his arm up as he stands, picking me up by my ass as I wrap my legs around his. We have a moment of kissing.
"Can you wear this again?"
"I've got others." I wink.
"Oh, this is going to be fun."
Sam leaves after breakfast, "Come on Maggie James. We're going to the furniture store and getting a new bed for mommy."
"And Bucky?" She asks.
"Yes." She looks at me in an odd way.
"Can I get a new bed?"
"What's wrong with yours?" I laugh.
"Nothing. But I want a bigger one."
"Ok little pearl, we'll see what they have. No promises though."
We walk into the furniture store and are greeted with Mark, the man who helped when Steve and I were furnishing the house with Pepper. "Ah, Mrs. Rogers, I was wondering when I would see you again."
Bucky shuffled around awkwardly at the mention of Rogers. Maggie looked up at him, like he was talking to her, "Actually Mark, it's Miss Allen. Steve and I were never married."
"My apologies. Where exactly is Steve?" He asks looking at Bucky holding my hand confused. Rude ass.
"On the moon." Maggie giggles as Bucky joins her. He picks her up and they walk around the store looking at the different beds.
"So... you and Steve?"
"We're not together, Mark. A little personal for a furniture salesman."
"I'm sorry. I just like to be personal with my good clients, and when you were furnishing the cottage, I saw you and Mrs. Stark a lot."
"I understand, but the reason why we're here, my...uh, Bucky we were needing a new bed. King size again."
"Would you like to see the newest inventory?"
"Would it be ready to be installed today? Well and remove the old bed?"
"Yes, I'll show you what we have."
I call over to Bucky as Mark shows us the beds they have in stock. He is a bit more vocal about what he likes than Steve was. While looking at mostly upholstered beds he whispers, "Where would I put the handcuffs?" In my ear. I smack at his arm as he chuckles and Mark clears his throat.
"If you're wanting something more specific for your taste, these over here might be a better fit." He looks at anything but Bucky and myself. I'm going to beat him. His whispers aren't to quiet obviously. He finally chooses a rustic gray panel slat bed.
He runs over to Maggie picking her up and taking her over to where the full-size beds are, "Shopping for another bed?"
"Possibly. If we find something."
"You're wanting this and the mattress delivered today, and the removal of the old bed?" I nod my head yes, handing him my card. Once everything is settled, I head over to where Bucky and Maggie are.
"See anything you like Maggie James?" He asks. Her nose crinkles up as she looks up at him. "Yeah, I didn't see anything here either. We all set, doll?"
"Yes, Mark, we're heading to grab a bite to eat and straight home. We should be back in a couple of hours."
"So, delivery at 4:00 works?" I nod as we wave and grab some food.
When we return back home, it's 2:00. "Maggie, why don't you take a nap." She shakes her head no. "Okay, a movie then?" She smiles and grabs at the remote sitting in the middle of the couch. I grab a jar of peanut butter and three spoons. Sitting the jar in Maggie's lap, offering a spoon for everyone.
Maggie settles on Frozen and Bucky dips over a spoonful of peanut butter. He gasps and walks into the kitchen pantry. Maggie and I both turn to look at what the crazy man is doing before he returns with a cookie jar full of Oreos. He crumbles up a few of the cookies and puts them into the jar. Maggie and I look up at him like he's lost his mind. He takes a spoonful and eats it with an exaggerated mmm. "Try it."
Maggie takes a little bite before plunging in for more. Then suddenly she gasps running into the kitchen, "Bucky, can you help me?"
He walks in there and they come back with the chocolate chips. Maggie throws in a few mixing it up and offering me a bite. I eat on it. "This is really good. We should have peanut butter mixing nights every Thursday."
Bucky's and Maggie's eyes get really large. "Really?" She asks.
"Why not? It could be fun."
We continue eating our peanut butter concoction. Maggie falls asleep leaned against Bucky's side. When he looks down at her he smiles before leaning in to give me a kiss. "This is nice."
"Mmmhmm." I whisper.
"You're about to fall asleep too, aren't you?" I nod with a smile before drifting. I wake to Bucky answering the door and directing the movers where to go. They get everything together quickly. Maggie runs to her room to play with toys. I order a pizza and order Bucky to come help me make the bed.
We settle back down eating some pizza and then a sadness glosses over Maggie's eyes when she sees it's getting dark. "He's not here again today to read to me."
"You want me to read to you?" I ask her. She shakes her head no. "You want Bucky to?" She hesitates a bit before shaking her head no.
"I just want daddy, too." Her face pouts up at me. I reach down pulling her into me and just letting her cry. She cries until she falls asleep. I walk her to her room, laying her down and turning on her moon lamp. Damn you, Steve Rogers.
"He's an ass. I don't think he thought of the effect that it would have on her. I begged him not to do this." Bucky says quietly as I walk into the living room. Plopping on the couch beside him.
"It's okay."
"No, it's not. She's a baby. She doesn't understand, she now believes the man is on the moon."
"I mean to say, it's not your fault. Very rarely was Steve ever selfish. I guess he was making up for lost times." Bucky scoffs but doesn't comment further.
I snake my hand further over to Bucky. He senses what I'm doing before he grabs it, pulling me into him. I immediately get up and settle on his lap. "But I'm glad you're here. Not just for me, but for her, too."
"Charlie, he didn't deserve you, I'm not so sure I deserve you either, but..."
Before he can finish, I crash my lips onto him. He pulls me closer. Hands on my hips he guides me to rock on him. Once I feel he's good and hard, I jump up running upstairs to the bedroom. I hear him grunt downstairs before I go in the closet, pulling out some more unused lingerie. This time choosing one that's the sheerest of sheer laces and silky satin strategically placed, it even comes with some garter belts. I run to the bathroom before Bucky enters and lock it right as he comes through the door.
I hear him huff, "You're trouble you know that?"
"What's the fun in not being trouble?" I call out the door.
"Let me in." I can almost see his smug smile on his face as his tongue licks his lips. His tongue is such a distraction for me. I can't tell if he knows what he's doing or if it's just natural. But every time he does that tongue thing, I feel like he wants to fuck me right then and there.
"I'm not ready."
"I don't need you to have one of your little outfits on doll, I'm just going to rip it off of you anyways."
I pull up the black thigh highs. "As long as this is taking to put on, you better savor the moment."
"Then let me in, so I can watch you. That's sexy."
Once I finish dressing, I open the door. And sure, enough his tongue traces the inside of his mouth before escaping his mouth for a quick lick before he uses it to bring his lips in to bite. "You do that shit on purpose don't you James?"
"What?"
"The tongue thing." He does it again and I smile pointing at him.
"Oh, I thought you were talking about a different tongue thing." He stalks closer to me; his steel blue eyes are replaced with dark obsidian eyes as his pupils dilate.
"I don't recall a different one..." His fingers ghost along my curves, starting beside my breast as he makes his way down to my hips jerking me forward. "Why don't you remind me." I'm barely able to whisper out.
"You know exactly what tongue thing I'm talking about." I shake my head no, but he reaches around me, pulling me closer to him and walking us to the bed. "You sure you don't remember, doll?"
"James...I..." He finally crashes his lips on me, pulling at his shirt, I undo his belt before he grabs at his pants, unbuttons them and pulls them off. Once he sinks his body over mine his hands roam over my body. Pure elation radiates through my entire body the more he touches me. It's like electricity running through me. I center myself and only focus on his skin on mine.
"Charlie what the fuck?" I open my eyes to see his wide eyes above me. When I look around, I see almost a force field surrounding us. "What the hell is that?"
"I don't know. It's never happened before. I reach out to touch it. My hand goes straight through. Bucky looks at me oddly and does the same. "Take both your hands off me." He does and I quit focusing on him touching me and it disappears.
"Want to explain that?"
"Umm...a forcefield brought on by your orgasmic touch?" His eyes narrow at me. "I mean I felt by body radiating with electricity and only thought about your touch and that shit happened. It only was surrounding us. Did it hurt you?"
"No." He looks at me oddly. "You're fucking amazing. Are you sure that you're from earth?" My face drops as I look at him. "Sorry. Didn't mean anything by it."
"No, after the blip, there was a lot of cosmic and weird activity going on, and ever since then I've just felt things growing inside of me." His eyes look down at me oddly. "I can't explain it. And even after having Maggie, something's changing in my body."
"Well, it's sexy as hell."
"Shut up." I go to push him off.
"Where do you think you're going, doll? I'm not finished playing." His lips sink back into my neck and I'm his all over again. It's not the pull that Steve had on, but still my body folds at his command. It just feels too damn good for it not to. He traces his lips along my collarbone before finding one of the silky satin strips and pulling it slowly off my shoulder, fully exposing my breast, instead of my mostly exposed breast. "You're so perfect, Charlie. Whose girl, are you?"
I look up at him, biting my lip, "Yours. Only yours." His hands become more needy. The affirmation that I am only his riled him up. He's pulling at every strap and lace he can find before becoming frustrated and ripping it off. The slight pull of the fabric as he rips it sends chills up my spine. The electricity flows through my veins again and he moves along my skin. This time when the dome comes over us, we're not taken by surprise.
"I feel like you're protecting us in this bubble." He smirks down at me. I pull him into my body, kissing all over him. His metal arm winds down to my cunt. As soon as he touches me it sends a shockwave through my body and I tremble. "Fucking hell, you're soaked." His metal digits strokes along my clit before sliding two fingers in and tracing my clit with his thumb. I arch my back, trying to bring myself closer to him.
"James, I want to feel you."
"And I want to fucking finger you. Would you shut up and let me pleasure you?"
"Why James?" I trace my fingers along his metal arm. "What's the metal arm do?"
He gives me a devilish grin, "A couple new features. Want to explore?" Before I answer I hear a humming nose come from his arm. It's not just a noise either. The humming vibrates all through me. I lean up, biting into his shoulder, overcome by pleasure, and wanting to smother a deep moan welling up inside. Bucky chuckles as he continues.
"James, I'm...I'm about to...to..."
"Cum for me, doll." Without hesitation my body reacts, jerking, clawing, biting on every part of Bucky as the most overwhelming orgasm travels through my whole body. He laughs pulling his fingers out of me.
I stare up at him panting, trying to catch my breath. "What the fuck is the purpose of that?"
"I thought your reaction made it perfectly clear." He grins, as he licks his lips.
"And who the hell did you have that in mind for?"
"Only you."
"Fuck me." My eyes narrow on him. I want this man, and I want him inside of me right now. He lays down on his back.
"Bounce on my dick, sweetheart." His lips turn up, and without pause I straddle him, using my knees I bounce on him like he commanded. Clearly feeling myself with the looks Bucky is giving me. He makes me feel like the sexiest and most beautiful person in the world. Again, he brings his metal arm to my clit.
"Do that thing." I smile as I continue to bounce on him. I hear the humming before I'm completely enraptured by perfectly synchronized vibrations and friction. Bucky smiles watching my body tremble at his touch.
"You're about to cum again, aren't you? I'm not even close. I'm going to destroy you tonight." I drop to my knees, unable to hold myself up anymore, Bucky adjusts his weight to flip me on my back, before crashing his dick in my drenched pussy. I'm so wet there's almost a numbing feeling as he pumps into me. "We can't stop until I cum. Beg for me to cum."
"Please, James. I want you to cum. I want you to fill me up with your cum." His devil grin makes return as he licks his lips, sucking them back in his mouth. My God, this man is perfect. He continues to rut into me, pulling my hands up to rest above my head, he uses his metal arm to hold them in place. He crashes into me harder and faster before I hear a moan crawl out of his mouth and he makes his face, closing his eyes I feel the hot coils enter my body. Heat spreads throughout my body as Bucky slows his thrusts down, draining every last bit of his cum deep in my pussy.
"That was fucking amazing, doll."
"You're amazing, James."
"Come here." He wraps his arms around me, both our bodies sweaty from the exertion.
"Can we take a shower? I'll wash you." I wiggle my eyebrows. He smiles picking me up and carrying me into the shower. We slowly take our time washing each other. Memorizing every part of the other, sprinkle in a few kisses. We return to the bed, exhausted. But cuddle up to one another. Safe to say, neither of us had a nightmare that night.