Bucky's POV:
A tangled mess. That's what Charlie and I were when we woke up. Arms and legs tangled together, pillows, and blankets carelessly thrown all over the room. The cottage in various forms of disarray. Random clothes flung throughout the hallways and rooms, and I have never slept better, despite having little to no sleep. Almost every waking moment of our weekend we have spent tangled up in one another. Always touching, always smiling, always kissing, always whispering sweet nothings, and the most wanton and lewd words.
Some of our time together is pure sweetness and the others are full of lust and shameless debauchery. The best of both worlds, and I know that Charlie and I both crave each side of the coin. And we both know exactly what the other needs. Thankfully the woman keeps her pantry good and stocked, neither of us have wanted to take the time to make real food. Snacking mostly besides the burnt frozen pizza, due to being too preoccupied to check on it, and plenty of water and coffee.
The exhaustion from lack of sleep has finally caught up to Charlie. A peacefulness is visibly written on her soft features. A small smile curls the edge of her lips as her humming snore reverberates through the room. And I watch her. The most at ease I have felt. We're finally here. She's here in my arms and her features show me exactly how fulfilled she is. Even with her exhaustion. I almost just want to breathe every part of her in. She's stunning, even with her knotted hair and smeared mascara. She feels like home.
"Please tell me I'm not dreaming, James." Her voice croaks out, eyes never opening, but her face snuggles deeper into my neck.
I laugh out a sigh, "How many times do I have to tell you that you're not dreaming?" Randomly throughout the weekend she'll ask this.
"I know. But this almost seems too good to be true. I love being here with you. You feel so...comfortable. However, you no longer smell like you." Her lips begin to slowly ghost along my neck. Feeling the vibrations from her whispers was almost too much, and now her lips. Heavenly.
"What do I smell like?" I laugh.
"Me." Our weekend of entanglement has mixed our scents on one another. She no longer smells like her, but a mix between myself and her. Perfectly balanced, reiterating how we do in fact fit so flawlessly. "We should shower. We have dinner at the Stark's and get to pick up Maggie. What time is it?"
"2 o'clock. You've almost slept the day away, doll." Even though she's not wrong, we do need to shower, I don't want to leave our nest just yet.
"Well, someone wouldn't let me sleep all weekend."
"I didn't hear you complain either." Her melodic giggles tickle up against my neck.
"No. Not complaining. Told you I had waited for too long." Her hand slowly slips along my chest, tracing her fingers along each divot, valley and scar. Drifting further she wraps around the base of my shaft, and begins pumping my cock in her hands.
I move my head further from her, wanting to take in her face as she pleasures me. Even while she's not receiving her expressions are laced with lust, panting as if what she's doing to me is turning her on. Pulling her closer to me so I can kiss her opened mouth. My own hand grazes down her body before landing at her soaked folds. Perfectly velvet and drenched with slick. Pressing up against her swollen clit I hear her intake a breath. "You get this turned on by just touching me?"
"I get this turned on by just looking at you." She whispers out.
"Ugh, you must always be such a mess then." I laugh. She adjusts her weight before getting on her knees, ass tilted up she stares at me, crawling back before her tongue spreads the precum at my tip around. Smiling up at me she wraps her sinful mouth around my cock. "Yeah, just like that, sweetheart." Hollowing out her cheeks she allows me to fully enter her. The tip hits on her tonsils and I can't deny the visceral growl that rumbles out of my chest at how deep she's taking me.
She sputters and gags, tears forming in her eyes, but never stops, just continues bobbing on my cock. Lifting her head with a devil may care grin, her fingers that are innocently painted a pale pink wipe around her lips. "Sit on my face." I growl down on her. I want nothing more than for her thighs to wrap around me and be my own personal ear muffs. I wouldn't even mind if her thighs squeezed the life out of me. Her thighs that are a perfect mixture of softness and toned. Almost like she lives to do squats. Must be why her ass is so high and tight as well.
Painfully slow she crawls over my body, "Come on, doll." I'm tired of her stalling. I want to taste her, no need to try and tease me. Her knees finally cage my head in between her, and I tug her body down to smother my face with her dripping pussy. Even her thighs are coated in her slick, and I lap up every bit I can. Overcome with all the sensations Charlie's hips buck over me.
Her mouth moans and growls out obscenities, knowing she's close. Squeezing and kneading my hands along her skin, I feel how sticky with sweat she is. I watch as her hands come up to her breasts, pebbling her nipples, as she stimulates each one. Beautiful image of the most perfect woman, writhing on my lips while she also plays with herself. Head throwing back and looking up at the ceiling I feel her heat up and she gushes on my face, screaming out my name. My mouth drinks up every bit of her, slurping and squelching sounds emit from underneath her and she smiles down at me, running her fingers through my hair.
Her body slithers down before allowing my hardened and angry cock to sink inside of her. Still feeling like I'm not getting enough of her, I sit up. Wrapping my arms around her back, and pulling her into me. Continuing to move on top of me she brings her mouth on my lips. Surely tasting herself. Aggressively we kiss on one another. Moving our lips off of each other and kissing along the others skin. Tasting the salty bitterness from our sweat laden skin. Leaving her eyes only for moments to look at her body. How we perfectly melt onto one another, and just how perfectly we fit together. Everything about her just feels so right.
I feel her walls flutter and tighten around me, "Cum on me, honey." I coo up to her. Listening intently, she allows herself to let go, gasping out a James. Her chest quickly rises and falls, panting on top. I rut into her, wanting my own release. And the sweet release and more deep breaths from Charlie. She loves watching me come undone. Allowing me to fully fill her up before she crawls off of me. Laying back on what little pillows actually remain on the bed. Cock drunk and exhausted, but definitely fulfilled.
"So, about that shower?" I laugh over to her. She pulls the pillow out from under her head and plops it on my stomach.
"We also need to clean up this house and change the sheets. It might be nice to have actual food."
"Desserts my favorite though." I laugh.
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Charlie's POV:
I have never had more fun cleaning up a house. Everything is just sexy and playful with Bucky. Yes, it might have taken a bit longer than it should, but the playful jabs, tickles, and kisses keep a smile planted on my face. Not really wanting this moment to end, but know that I have to be honest with Bucky about Steve. And it's about time to head to the Stark's cabin.
"Just so we're all on the same page you should know that Steve does have scheduled days to spend with Maggie." I start. Not sure what to respond with Bucky just nods his head. "And he usually stays most the day and even has dinner with her. I give him a lot of time alone with her, so I take his time watch from him."
"You afraid he'll take her with him?" Bucky's eyes are wide. Almost scared himself.
"The thought has crossed my mind, yes. Don't want to tempt him. But Friday's at 2:00 is currently his designated time to visit." My fingers fidget around. Hoping he gets where I'm going with this without actually saying it.
"I'm assuming he was a bit upset then Friday when she wasn't here. I wouldn't have asked Pepper to pick her up had I known."
"No, he chose to go to an alternate time. Things aren't always going to be exactly how he wants it." Silence falls in the room, but Bucky grabs ahold of my hand. Still not getting it. "Look at the time on your phone when we were FaceTiming." He looks up at me, finally it hits him.
"I'm gonna kill him. How much did he see?"
"I mean, it was my fault, too. I knew..." I don't want him to be angry with Steve.
"He saw that much, huh? You know, you don't have to always take the blame for him. I highly doubt he saw what was happening and walked away, huh?" I shake my head no. "Like I said. I'm gonna kill him. We'll have to put forth some ground rules. Does he know that I'll be living here?"
"Yes. I already yelled and shouted at him. Told him he has to respect me and you and our home. He wasn't happy at first, but he...agreed." I take my gaze off of him. He was mostly upset about something else.
"What? There's something else..." His sapphire eyes search mine as tears well up in my own eyes. I don't want to tell him. But I do need too. He deserves to know. "Charlie. What is it, doll? Is it something when I was gone?" I nod my head. "Okay, fine. We don't have to go into details. We weren't together...and I wasn't even talking to you."
"Bucky."
"No, Charlie. You don't have to explain anything, okay? Let's just move forward, but next Friday, I'm with you to set rules with Steve, yeah?"
I smile at him, nodding. Thankful I don't have to go into great detail on what happened between Steve and myself. "Come here." He taps his thigh and I go to sit on his lap, straddling him, so my eyes never leave his. "I love you, Charlie. Everything in the past is there. Thank you, for being honest with me."
"I love you, Bucky. You know...Sam has invited us back to Louisiana in a couple of weeks for a cookout. We've also got to get that file."
His hands come to my cheeks, "We can wait longer if you need to."
"No, this is something we don't need to wait on. As long as I have you with me, we'll be okay." Gently my lips begin to peck along his.
"Have you thought more about it? I know you and Clint talked some." He returns my pecks in between his talking, and smiles on my lips.
"No. He made a good point, instead of constantly making guesses we should just look in the file. So, that's what I'm going to do." Pulling me closer his lips sink onto mine, instead of pecks he deepens our kiss. I lean back, "I even hit Steve with sparks...twice."
"Good." He smiles, wrapping me up into him, "How much time do we have before we leave?" Strong arms slowly wrap around me before settling under my ass and they bring me closer to him. I giggle on his lips.
"We should leave in about thirty minutes." And obviously not having enough of one another, we can't help but to have our hands roaming all over one another, needing and wanting just one more time to sink into each other carelessly and out in the open. Too much time passed between us and I feel we have not had enough time together. I could spend every waking day of my life with this man and still want more.
Bucky lifts me up off his lap enough to lay me flat on the couch. Hands sliding gently along my sides until they find their place on my cheek. His metal hand slides down my right hand and laces his fingers through mine. Placing his lips on the shell of my ear he whispers, "I need you to remember to breathe, doll. Why do you quit breathing so much?" The vibrations from the deeper timber of his voice echoes throughout my body, causing a shudder and chill bumps to rise on me. "What's wrong pretty girl?"
"You make me so weak, James." I choke out, still struggling to breathe with his soft whispers.
"That's how I like you. Weak in the knees and coming undone with just my voice. Let's make this quick, we don't have much time." I love that Bucky has become more comfortable with taking control, and being a bit more forceful.
Tortuously slow his hands come under my dress, jerking down my panties. After that his teasing hands quit. Everything becomes rushed and desperate. He sits up, and all but ripping his belt off and pants open, he smirks mischievously down at me, seeing how his movements make me even weaker. Pushing my legs apart he slams his length in me, not giving me time to adjust to his size. Thrusting in quickly and with heated fervor. Not wanting to leave my mouth with anything to do, his lips meet mine. Neither one of us can help but smile in our kisses. Loving every moment with my super soldier. Breathing in his now clean body. A body that I desire nothing more than to be all over me. Relishing in our closeness.
He pumps into me and he perfectly hits my sensitive g spot every time. Making his movements very effect. Arching my back and wrapping my legs around me, so I can bring him closer. I feel the sweet heat rising inside of me. "Please, James, I'm so close."
"I know. I feel you squeezing me. Let go, honey." Hearing his voice finally sets me over the edge. The elastic that was heating up and being stretched finally snaps, as I cum on his cock. How does he do this? Allowing me to ride out my orgasm he slows his movements. Once my breathing regulates, he quickens. "You got one more in you, doll?"
Biting my lip, I smile up at him and nod my head. He jack hammers quickly in my pussy. The slap of our skin meeting rebounds through the house. Watching his face, I see he's getting close, as am I. The sweet release of another orgasm flows through my skin again and I watch Bucky as his face warps and his mouth open with the sexiest deep moan and I feel the warm coils of his cum feel me up. Humming he pulls out and watches as his spend trickles out of me.
"It's okay to do that, right?" His eyes meet mine. And I'm not sure what he's asking. "I mean, you're...we're safe."
"Yes. No babies unless we want one. And I don't think we're ready for that. I need to change and we can leave." He pulls me back down on him.
"Do you want more kids?" His face is so relaxed and soft. Giving nothing away.
"Eventually. Maybe. But I'm okay with just Maggie, too. Why? Are you wanting kids?" He gives me a smile.
"Yes." He rubs his hand on my belly. "I can't wait to see you swollen with my child. But not right now. We should do things right, Charlie...Barnes." Chuckling he kisses me. I shake my head smiling. "Still not good enough to make you marry me, huh?"
"Oh, you're going to have to really try a lot harder than that. Believe it or not, I'm a traditional girl, James Barnes." I finally stand to re-ready myself. I can't be picking my child up hot and bothered. Even though, in his presence it's almost a guarantee.
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Charlie's POV:
Dinner and a night with Pepper and Morgan are just the family time we needed. Morgan seemed to really take to Bucky. Asking plenty of questions without seeming too harsh. Pepper mostly smiled at us, sometimes gazed at us wistfully. I know she misses Tony, and she still wants me to be happy. Not having him with her has to make moments like this bittersweet.
"How was Maggie this weekend, Pep?" I ask her while the girls are playing. Pepper, Bucky, and myself sit out on the porch. Wine in Pepper's hand while Bucky and myself nurse beer. Like at the cottage, things are quiet and peaceful here.
"She was just like always. She had fun, asks questions about our feelings. calming us with her hand on our cheeks. You know, just Maggie Rogers." She smiles over at me, taking a sip. "And how was your weekend?" She smirks looking over to Bucky and myself. He's leaned back on the loveseat, his left arm wraps around me, while my legs hang over his and I'm curled in close to his chest. Still, we can't get enough of one another.
"We had the best weekend." He smiles back. Somehow pulling me closer to him.
"It was a perfect weekend. Thank you, Pep. You didn't have to keep her."
"Your family. And you two needed the weekend. It's been a long time coming." I giggle over to her, the beer finally tickling my giggly side.
"That we did." Bucky answers, turning his face turns to look at me to press a soft kiss on my lips. When he pulls away, we just smile at one another. Those miserable five months apart made us better individually, making us to be better together.
"You guys staying here tonight?" Pepper asks standing now that her wine is empty. "It's getting late."
"If we don't put you out any. That would be great. I can make us breakfast in the morning."
"No, but I should forewarn you, Morgan and I are light sleepers. And I did give you a whole weekend...try not to make a mess in the guest bedroom." She smiles while walking the house.
"You making waffles with chocolate chips, doll?" Bucky smiles while peppering kisses on my lips.
"Is it even waffles without chocolate chips?" He chuckles while pulling me closer for a deeper kiss. It's amazing having him here and with me, and I'm not dreaming.
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Bucky's POV:
"Charlie! Come on, doll, we're going to be late. And we still need to pick up the cake." I yell into the room while an impatient Maggie and myself wait for Charlie. She's apparently got to make some last-minute touches on her appearance.
"Mommy! Mom! Bucky and I are going to leave you here." Maggie huffs at her. She's ready to see everyone. it's been a while since we last saw the Wilson's. Since we got in late, we rented a hotel. Maggie taps her toes annoyed that her mom is making us late. I bite my lip to hide a laugh rising up my chest. "She's always late, isn't she?" The little girl looks up at me arms crossed.
Charlie comes running into the main room of the hotel putting in some earrings and grabbing up her purse. "You two are going to team up against me, aren't you?" She asks with a smile.
"Yes, we are, especially if you continue to make us late. Now let's go. You ordered the cake, right?" I ask and Maggie gasps at her thinking she didn't.
"Yes, I did." She huffs out and we quickly walk down to the car.
Thankfully everything else goes off without a hitch. We were able to pick up the cake without incident. Maggie playfully growls up at Charlie when she notices that the cookout has already started. Smoke steams up off the grills and smokers and the delicious smells of the food wafts over to the car along with music and laughter, making an already impatient Maggie even more eager to get to the party that she can see and smell. "Maggie, stay away from the edge of the docks. Stay with us or any of the Wilson's and stay out of everyone's way. Can you do that for me little pearl?" Charlie asks looking in the back of the rental car.
"Yes, ma'am. Now can we go?"
"Yes, blondie. Let's go." I reach to grab the cake.
"No, I feel like you're going to drop it. I'll get it." Charlie stops me from getting the cake. Doesn't trust me even with a simple task. I roll my eyes at her before I quickly kiss her lips.
"I've got Bucky!" Maggie squeals jumping up in my arms. I playfully growl at her and tickle her. "Lead the way Buckster." She points over to where everyone is and I run over there. Weaving around with Maggie. Cass and AJ spot us and drop her down on ground and the boys play fight me with Maggie joining in. Charlie smiles running up behind with the cake and walking over to Sarah, placing the cake on one of the picnic tables before she wraps Sarah in a huge hug.
I spot Sam and walk over to him. Pulling him in with a smile and a hug myself. "Where's Charlie and Maggie?" He asks.
"Maggie is with the boys running around, and Charlie was intercepted by your sister." I say looking out over the water.
"You look happy, Buck." Sam slaps at my back, while staring at my blissful smile. I spin to catch Maggie screaming with the boys and Charlie smiling and chatting it up with Sarah.
"I am." This is nice. "I know that there will be more fighting. But I enjoy the people I have in my life."
"Makes even the harder parts of life more bearable, huh?" He asks. I nod a yes and feel Charlie's small hands slide around my waist before leaning her head over my shoulder.
"What you think Pikachu?" Sam asks her.
"Is that really the best you can do?" She questions Sam.
"Sparky, then." She rolls her eyes at him. "Let's get you guys something to eat. You're late."
"Blame the lady. She can't get anywhere on time." Even Charlie joins in on the laughter.
The rest of the day is togetherness in the small community. Teasing the kids. Smiling, laughing, kissing my girl, dancing, and enjoying the most normal and fun moment of right now. It's peaceful. Joyful. Loving. Things may never truly be over. But we can relax for the time being. Enjoying the people, we have chosen to be around us. Our smiles have never been brighter. Even Maggie's, and Lord knows that child has been through a lot this past year.
With my arms wrapped tightly around Charlie, her back pressed snuggly against my chest as she listens to the sounds of the evening, her eyes watching Maggie play with all the kids, I rock us back and forth to the beat of the music. She glances back to look at me and I gently kiss her lips. When she pulls away, she notices Sam staring at the water. "Come on." Tapping on my arm I pull her loose, and she leads the way to Sam.
When we arrive by his side I tap at his shoulder, letting him know we're there. He smiles over at me, looking down at Charlie with a smile. She shuffles closer to him and he puts a warm arm around her. "You, good, Sammy?" She asks.
"Yeah. You?"
"Perfect." He turns with Charlie, arm still wrapped around her shoulder. I place my arm around her waist and we walk back to the festivities. Never would I have imagined my life here. Another friend. Another Captain America. The best girl I could have envisioned, and even a miniature girl who has every bit of me wrapped around her finger. Perfect.