Charlie's POV:
I see the desperation in Steve's eyes as he's trying to figure out all the emotions swirling inside of me. I don't even understand all of them. And after the heated argument turned discussion with Steve, I can't even pinpoint each one to work through them. I don't like Steve being here when Bucky isn't. It doesn't feel right. He's too comfortable in my home. He lost that privilege when he left. And the hateful and ugly words he spoke to me earlier weigh on my conscience.
I can't possibly deny that I did beg for Steve to fuck me. One night, I wanted to forget about Bucky, and it failed miserably. It made me feel gross and the want to be with Bucky became even stronger. That night I scrubbed every bit of Steve off of me that I could, turning my skin a heated red scouring every last remnant of him down the drain. For weeks after I smelled his cologne all over me, as I retched at the thought of my weakness. Not that it's Steve's fault. I hated how easily I seduced him, and even more so how quickly he came to my aid. A night, where I allowed myself to wallow in self-pity. Drinking shot after shot of Jack Daniels...wanting Bucky's memories to disappear out of my brain. They didn't. A love like that isn't easy to ignore or erase. After that night is when we set up boundaries, and the Friday at 2:00 schedule.
I watch as his eyes bore into me, begging me to tell him what is wrong. I have no need to talk about this with him. Knowing that the time of hiding from this is coming to an end. I promised Bucky to look in that file, and right now the need to keep it at as much of a distance as I can is a necessity, and Steve is ripping it out of my hands. Of all people he's the one trying to force me to face this, and he knows nothing of what's going on.
Thankfully a knock at the door allows me a moment of reprieve, and then the curiosity of who could possibly be here that actually knows where this house is has my full attention, and the perfect excuse to get rid of Steve. "Steve, people don't need to see you." I plead again for him to just leave. The insurmountable questions that would undoubtably follow at the sight of him, is not something I want to deal with.
Walking down the stairs slowly I turn back, seeing that Steve has no intentions of leaving until he knows exactly who is at my door. Continuing to need to protect me. I roll my eyes as I turn away from him. Infuriating that one. I thought hitting him with lightning sparks would make him realize I don't need him to protect me anymore.
Uncharacteristically I open the door without peeking who it could be, and the man standing behind the door makes all the negative emotions swirling around inside of my body ease to a dull hum. He is without a doubt the sexiest thing I've ever placed my eyes on, even in just jeans and a navy Henley, but there's a true beauty to him. Squared jawline, high cheekbones, dimples, thick mop of brunette hair, pink plump lips that curve up in the corners as he smiles at me, and the smile reaches his perfectly steel blue eyes, causing crinkles to appear at the corner. Shyly his nose crinkles up with his smile as he brings a bouquet of baby pink peonies closer to my body, "Bucky?"
I know my voice comes out light and flirty. I wasn't expecting him today. And I feel my face flush up thinking of our sexy moments on the phone all day. As he was traveling here. He sheepishly smiles, "Sorry for being so secretive." And he was. I could tell he was driving, even pulling over on the side of the road at a particularly heated moment, but never thought a moment he was on his way here. "I was wondering if we could have our date."
I'm fully aware now of why Pepper wanted Maggie for the weekend. He's thought this through, and I'm grateful. I move out of the way of the door, walking backwards, not wanting to take my eyes off him even for a moment. Slowly he walks back with me. "I should put these in a vase." My voice chokes out. Why in the hell am I so nervous right now?
"So, about that date?" Bucky stands outside the kitchen, his right hand rubs on the back of his neck and his brows pinch together, watching me get a vase, he actually thinks I'm going to say no. Sweet thing.
"What did you have in mind, James." My body turns to look at him as I gather more confidence and a flirty edge to my voice.
"Maybe save that name until afterwards." He clears his throat. "It's been an interesting drive up here." Giggling I turn fully towards him, placing the peonies on the kitchen island.
"Um...I don't know if I would have been so forward had I known you were coming today." His body comes closer to me as a warm hand is placed on my left cheek, gently stroking the side of my face with his thumb.
"I'm not complaining." Our eyes never tear away from each other. He's not perfect, but I find even his imperfections are my favorite things. The smallest scar in his right brow, that leaves a tiny bald spot. The many marks that haven't fully healed around his face from our last mission. Everything I want to memorize.
Embarrassed feeling I've been looking too long, too deeply, I bite my lip looking down, "It was Pepper's idea."
A cybernetic arm lifts my chin up, "Remind me to thank her later when we pick up Maggie. I mean...if you still want me here." His smile falters for a few seconds before I smile back.
"I wouldn't want you anywhere else." Sliding my hands behind his back I pull him into me. Leaning up on my tiptoes, I just want to kiss him. Remind myself that he's really here. He's here with me. The warmth of his lips wrap around me like the most comforting blankets. Like a towel fresh out of the dryer. A warmth that only he can provide me.
Feeling his tongue against mine, I gasp out. We're not fighting for dominance, just wanting to be as close to one another as we can be. He pulls away. "That's enough of that for now." Panting out he struggles to not let our bodies take over. Knowing we have this house all to ourselves.
"And what exactly is your plan for our date? And how should I dress?" His eyes rake over my dress. I clench my thighs closer together, aching to give the tiniest bit of relief to the pool gathering in between my legs. The warm hand that's still on my cheek slithers down my body. The pads of his fingers tickle on me and I shiver in spite of myself. He's continuing to build up the sexual tension, that he's also refusing to let us act on. And I grunt at the continued teasing pace he's set for the day causing him to chuckle at me.
"Well, I don't really want to share your time. So, I was thinking a picnic. Maybe some wine. Bring one of your little speakers and we can listen to music." His fingers remain at my waist, drawing small circles on my hips, gathering even more heat in that area, and in other areas. Game on.
"Okay. Do you mind unzipping my dress and I can change?" I still have the navy lingerie that he saw on me through a phone screen earlier. Taking a deep breath his strong hand spins me around, inching the zipper down.
"This looks familiar." He smirks as I turn to look up at him through my lashes. Not even trying to tease him, it was just natural, I bite my lip. I feel his fingers stop just barely above my ass and I begin to walk back up to my bedroom. "Wait." I turn back around smiling at him. "It would be a waste for me to not see it in person." His eyebrow cocks up, but I still continue my slow walk up the stairs. "Charlie. Charlie!" Laughing I wait for him at the top.
"Well come on then." His legs quickly run to the stairs and he walks up them two at a time and meets me in the bedroom.
"You didn't clean up." He looks over to the bed and sits down. I let the dress fall on the floor and turn to walk towards the closet. "Come here." Darkly he commands.
I turn to look at him, but don't dare to walk closer, "It's a dangerous game you're playing, Sergeant, if you're wanting to wait."
He rubs on his thighs, thinking and wanting to choose his words wisely. "I have control."
My body saunters closer to him, "You sure about that? Because I'm not so sure."
Inhaling deeply his arms reach out to pull me on top of his lap. Straddling him, I feel exactly how much he's not in control. Wrapping his arms around my ass he pulls me closer to him and a whimper escapes my mouth when I feel his hardened length up against the thin material of the thong. Slowly his mouth inches towards my neck before he sets to work on peppering kisses on my neck and down my chest, "Bucky..."
"You're not using James." He pouts up to me.
"Because...this isn't what you...we want. How about I get dressed and we go on our picnic?" His eyes meet mine and regretfully nods. My body slides off of him, and I can feel what an effect he had on my body by the trembling in my legs. "Who decided this anyways?" I huff as I walk into the closet. Breathing quickly needing my body to slow down and not betray me. I ruffle along my clothes and needing to change the lingerie and my fingers run over white crotchless panties. Do I dare? I grab them up and the matching white broderie lace bralette. Pulling on a long and flowy royal blue wrap maxi dress. Where the dress wraps it makes a nice high slit on my thigh. The front gives just enough peak of the bralette underneath to make it look like they were made for one another.
Coolly I open the closet door and I am faced with a smiling Bucky as his eyes surveys the entirety of my body. I sit down at the vanity and put on my favorite MAC lipstick in Honey Love, looking in the mirror at Bucky watching me from the bed. Grabbing my favorite perfume, I give myself a spritz, still continuing to glance at the handsome man sitting on the bed. Making sure that my leg is exposed as the dress falls open at my hip.
Bucky intakes a deep breath. "You ready, doll?" He stands and walks closer to me. Bending over he inhales deeply on my neck. "That's the perfume that always makes me you smell so good, huh?" His lips place a gently kiss on my neck and inhales my smell again.
"Ready, Bucky. Let's go pack the food." His arms pull me close into his chest, and I fight with myself to want to touch every part of his skin and want to pull away. We're too close and I'm too hot and bothered.
"Nope. Already taken care of. While Pepper was giving you some pointers, she may have given me my own. The cooler is on the porch. Let's go." He pulls at my hand, ready to get this date started. "You look gorgeous today."
"Wait. I need to grab a speaker." At the bottom of the steps, I reach into the closet and grab the speaker we use for outside. Bucky grabs my keys and waits for me at the door. Touching each other's hands again. Once outside he locks up the house and grabs the cooler, and a backpack, before we walk to the car. He walks to the passenger side, opening it up and letting me in before packing everything in the trunk. "You're being quite the gentleman, Bucky."
"I got to treat my best girl." He smiles over at me and backs out the driveway. We go into a good mode of listening to music, me singing softly to him, and randomly talks, innocent touches, and the random quick pecks at stops. Just the drive to the picnic spot has given me the most aggressive butterflies.
"You okay, over there, doll?" Bucky's eyes cut over to me and he gives me a smirk.
"I'm fine. I'm just...I'm very nervous around you right now." Even my hands are clammy as I wipe them along my dress. Bucky senses this and grabs at my hand.
"No need to be nervous. It's just..."
"It's not just a date Bucky. It's..." I can't even vocalize what exactly I'm feeling. But it isn't just a date. It's everything. He's everything.
"I know, honey." Picking up my hand he places a sweet kiss on my knuckles.
"It's easy for you to say. You've gone on plenty of dates." I know that my voice has a bitter hardness coming out of it.
"None of them mattered until now." This man. He says everything almost so perfectly. I can't help but have a big toothy grin as my cheeks heat up. Who needs to wear blush?
We fall into a quietness, lightly listening to the music and I hum to him. It's like I can't tear my eyes off of him. He finally pulls into a secluded area and quickly jogs over to my door to open it and be all chivalrous helping me out.
He walks to the trunk pulling out the backpack and cooler, I try to help and he just playfully swats my hands away. We set up our charming little picnic area, the blanket is soft and tickles on my bare legs as I sit down, helping pull out the charcuterie style picnic. Of course, he got this idea from Pepper. He pulls out a bottle of red wine and pours us both a glass. Just to set the mood I play a 40s love song playlist. Knowing it will make him feel comfortable, and the possibility of dancing with him in this calm serenity he's created makes me giddy.
Overcome with the beauty of this moment I lay down on the blanket, head resting on Bucky's lap. Just soaking up every little detail of today. It's been a weird day to say the least, but this moment, it makes up for all the bad and overwhelming feelings I've had in the past. Bucky's hands lightly skims across my cheek, gently smiling down at me, "Dance with me, doll." A sentence he's said to me on multiple occasions, and still, it gives me the same fluttering in my stomach.
I lean up and he jumps up quickly to pull my arm up. Wrapping an arm tightly around my waist and holding my hand. I rest a hand on his shoulder, basking in the afternoon glow beaming off his skin, "What are you thinking about James?" Calling him Bucky, just doesn't seem right at the moment.
"How beautiful you are. And how I want to have every moment with you. And you?" He smiles and gently places his lips on mine.
Letting out a sigh of a giggle, "The same. All this wait was completely worth it just for this moment."
"Hopefully there's years' worth of more moments, though?" He still doubts my wanting to stay with him.
"I wouldn't want it any other way." I wrap my arm around his neck and pull him closer to me, wanting a real kiss, not just a peck. Bucky becomes all hands and he slides his all over me, lifting me, and wrapping my legs around his waist. Carefully he sits us back down on the blanket, only tripping once and causing us to erupt in a fit of laughter.
His hands slither around me and pull my body closer to him before he pulls away, placing his hands on my cheeks. "I didn't just bring you out here for a date."
"Oh really? What did you have in mind?" I flirt to him.
"Nothing like that." I give him a questioning look, "Not yet. Not here." He shakes his head, not wanting to upset me. "But it's something I've been needing to do. And then my personal mission will be complete."
"Bucky what are you talking about?" My hands rub soothingly along his arms.
"I'm no longer the Winter Soldier." He breathes deeply as his eyes go glossy. I silently watch and listen to what he's saying. "I'm James Bucky Barnes, and you're part of my efforts to make amends." I begin to say something but he shushes me. "Charlie, I hurt you as the Winter Soldier. I've never forgot seeing the bruise on your neck or the mark on your cheek where I hit you. And yet you still sweetly forgave me, and you saw me as Bucky. You've always been able to separate him from me. Thank you."
Again, I attempt to speak and he talks louder, "And I hurt you as Bucky Barnes. I can't take that back. But I want to spend the rest of my life, making every bit of that up to you. I'm sorry for all the hurt that I caused you. And if you would have me, all of me, I'm giving you that." He pulls the dog tags that always sit against his chest off of him, holding it over my head, "So what do you say, doll? We in this together?"
I become all smiles and tears and can't speak. "Charlie?" I quickly nod my head, hoping he doesn't see my speechlessness as anything negative. "I could barely keep you quiet earlier, and now you can't speak." He smiles, but his hands never lower the dog tags.
"Sorry. You just...I'm just...yes. We're in this together, James. I want all of you until the end..." I pause. I can't say that, that was his and Steve's words. "Until forever." He smiles and his hands drop the tags around my neck and his fingers ravel around the chain and he pulls me into his lips. Crashing into me with force, where our kisses up until this moment were mostly sweet, this kiss is desperate.
Our tongues lap up the remaining taste of the red wine that lingers. His hands rub down to my ass and pulls me tighter to him. Choking out a whimper at the feel of his harden length under me, barely grazing on my core. I push myself closer to him, wanting to chase the aching feeling I've had since seeing him. Regardless of earlier, and being able to get off.
With each movement on Bucky's lap the wrap dress flows further away from my body, sliding apart and exposing my cheeky panties I chose for this outing. Not being able to contain himself, Bucky's hand moves in between my legs. Wanting nothing more than to touch me. "What's going on down there?" He smiles when his flesh hand makes contact with my wet folds.
I smile and giggle on his mouth. He pushes me back wanting to get a better peak. "Bucky." My voice is flirty and fabricating an innocently embarrassed tone.
"What are you wearing?" He smiles up at me, completely curious.
Not faking unease, I whisper, "Crotchless panties."
"Oh, I got to see this." He rolls me over on my back, pushing the dress over to the side and his body slinks down in between my legs. "Are you okay with this?" I look around our secluded area, and determine that yes, I am. I nod. "I'd prefer if you gave me verbal consent that I can look."
"Yes, Bucky. I'm okay with this." I'm already breathless. He gives me a devilish smirk before continuing his descent in between my legs, sliding my thighs apart and resting on his stomach. His hands slide under my thighs, dragging my body closer to his face as he takes in the easy access under garments.
"Can I touch you? Taste you?" He whispers, his cool demeanor just barely breaking.
"Please." Anticipating feeling him, my back arches up and my hands grab at my breasts.
Slowly Bucky's fingers trace along my slit, spreading the slick pooling out of me around. He hisses before placing a finger inside of me. He's barely begun and I'm already mewling and moaning at one finger. I just want him so bad. The phone sex from earlier has left me wanting more than my own touch. I glance down at him, and his eyes roam from his finger inside my pussy to my face, watching every movement and inflection I make on my face to his touch.
Pulling his finger out, he smiles when I release an aggravated groan. Quickly he places two fingers inside. When his mouth finally collides with my clit and his tongue massages my bundle of nerves, it doesn't take long for the tightening in my core, spreading to my stomach. Only pulling off me for a second, "Cum on my mouth, honey." Quickly he returns his mouth to my clit. Laving up every bit of me, and I cum hard on his mouth. Breathing deeply. "That's my good girl." His hands pull my dress back over to cover my body. "We should go home." His words are almost making a suggestion, but his tone says that the wait is finally over.
I silently help him clean up our picnic and he steals a tender kiss, but I pull him closer, tasting myself on his tongue. Removing myself from his hand that pushes me tightly against his chest, "Let's go. I can't wait anymore, James." I know how desperate and needy I sound, but I don't care. My eyes are full of lust, and I would be willing for him to take me right now. Looking into his eyes and seeing how dilated and dark they are, I know he's ready too. Quickly we go to the car and he speeds down the road to the cottage.
Nearly dragging me through the front door of the cottage he slams it close, careful to lock us inside. Feverishly our hands are all over one another, pulling at every article of clothing we can grasp. All but ripping them off of one another, "You okay with this, Sergeant Barnes?" I tease at him.
Without speaking he picks me up, throwing me over his shoulders with a sneer, running upstairs and forcefully dropping me on the bed. I hum in approval, typically Bucky isn't one to be rougher. He always treats me delicately and respectfully. But all this waiting and tension that's built up between us has him very frustrated.
"I don't think you need these anymore." He harshly pulls down the panties that he seems awfully fond of. Careful not to actually rip them. While he stands back up to take his own boxers off, I take off the bralette. Both of us fully exposed. His body comes back to the bed, caging me. "What are you thinking about Charlie?"
Huffing at his continued prolonging of us finally having sex, "The way you're going to feel inside of me. Now fuck me."
"No. I'm savoring this moment. You're gorgeous underneath me. I saw you playing with yourself earlier. While, you enjoyed it, you really wanted me didn't you, doll face?" I nod my head smirking at him, leaning up for a kiss. "Now you're almost coming undone thinking about me entering you, aren't you?"
"James..." I whine.
"James, what?" His lips pepper kisses along my neck, and he adjust his hips to where I feel his throbbing dick touch my leg. "Come on, Charlie. What is it?"
"I want you. Please, James." A moan of feeling him so close, and yet so far away, threatens to leave my throat. "You're being a jerk."
"Aww...does my doll want to feel my cock stretching her cunt wide open?"
"Yes." I quickly answer.
"Then maybe she should be a little nicer." Again, another smug smile plants on his face. He's infuriating right now. And I have never wanted something so bad.
"I said please, Sergeant." Forcibly he spreads my legs apart and grazes his tip along my slit. "James..." I pant out, unable to speak anything else into words. After his eyes search mine, knowing just how needy I am for him, he pushes his hips into me, slowly driving his member into me, inch by painfully slow inch. Watching my face contort at the feeling of him stretching me open.
"Holy...shit...that time off...fuck...Charlie, you feel better than ever. Already f-f-feel...you...clenching me. Fuck." His voice comes out almost in a growl. He doesn't move, just lets us feel our closeness. Relishing in Bucky actually being here. This isn't a dream.
His nose slowly caresses my face and a hand tickles up my arm until he laces his fingers in mine. "Please, tell me I'm not dreaming." I need his confirmation that this is in fact real. Too often I thought of this.
"It's real, Charlie. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." Just to reiterate that he's here, his fingers rub along my hand that he's holding.
"You can move you know?" I giggle at him. Knowing what I'm meaning he inches his length out of me, making sure I feel every bit of him before hitching his hips back into mine, making me gasp in the process.
"You feel amazing. I thought for sure you would hate me."
"All those phone calls and text...oh fuck...sound like I ever hated you?" It's true. "Oh..I-I-I figured you would have thought I was crazy...all those calls." It's becoming more difficult to talk as his pace quickens.
"I listened to them every day." Bucky's mouth begins to ghost along my neck and shoulder.
"Should have just answered then."
"I k-k-know. Now, hush. I don't want to talk about this right now. I just want to feel you, okay?"
"Okay." I nod my head and he brings his lips back to mine. Sloppily we kiss one another before he aggressively ruts into me. He guides both of my hands above my head as he wraps his fingers in mine, holding me there.
"You're squeezing me so t-t-tight, Charlie. God, it feels so good. Let go, cum on my cock." I allow myself to let go, feeling him deep inside, balls deep. "That's right, doll. Fucking hell." Screaming out his name and arching my back I look up at him, smiling, "Good girl."
He pulls out of me, laying on his back, "Come on sweetheart, you're turn." Smiling I crawl over top of him, normally I would face him, but instead, I turn my back for reverse cowgirl. After deeply inhaling, his hands cup my ass, kneading me while I begin bouncing on top.
My undulating movements make Bucky moan in pure heated pleasure and I smile, soaking up the fact that I'm the one causing his sounds. "Why do you feel so good, James?" I purr back to him. Arching my back, and spelling my name with my hips as I ride on top.
"Don't...don't know what you're talking about. You're the one that feels good." Gritting his teeth his arms pull me back closer to his chest and his hips vigorously pump into me. His thrust almost become manic as he chases his own release, and another from myself.
I hear his breathing change along with mine, "James...I'm about...bout to..."
"I know honey. Me...t-too." His thrusts become more erratic and heated when he finally pushes us both over the edge. The snap at my core releases the euphoric blanket over my body, and my body hums and shivers at the delightful edge. I feel the warm coils of Bucky's cum, deep inside. Every heaving breath that escapes Bucky's lips I feel, heated on my neck.
Pulling myself off of him, I spin to look at him. Beaded sweat around his hairline, and his chest deeply rising and falling make me smile down at him. Like before, his fingers weave around his dog tags that dangle over him, pulling me closer to him, prolonging a sweet and satisfied kiss. When he releases me, I just stare at his eyes. Stare at the post sex glow that radiates out from him. "I love you, James Bucky Barnes."
"I love you Charlotte Allen...wait...what's your middle name?"
"Tora." I smile down at him.
"Well, Charlotte Tora Allen...I love you. Whose girl, are you?"
"Yours, James. Only yours."