A/N: So I'm going to start adding random blurbs/drabbles to the story. These obviously will not be in order how they happen. They won't necessarily add to the plot, but help develop the characters a bit more. These may or may not necessarily just be about Bucky and Charlie, who knows I may go into the past and add more of Charlie and Steve. Or even Charlie and Natasha, only time will tell. Also, what did you think of Black Widow if you've seen it? I think it might be fun to add something concerning the movie...eventually. Enjoy the short drabbles, until I can think of additional chapters to actually add to the plot.
Charlie's POV:
The cottage seems to be getting smaller while our house guests continue to grow. Peter did take us up on our offer to stay for a while, believing that the compound may be too obvious of a place for him to stay. Maggie and Alpine love him. Bucky and Steve are highly annoyed with him. Constantly Peter's young voice is saying, "Captain America...Steve...Cap... Mr. Rogers...sir." or "Mr. Barnes...White Wolf...Winter Soldier...Bucky, sir....James."
Peter is adorable, and clearly not as comfortable with them as he is me, and even I get the odd, "Ms. Allen...Charlie...Nighthawk." Thankfully, Maggie is just Maggie. Having three people in your home that have amazing hearing is annoying. I can't go anywhere without one of them popping up and asking if I need help.
"Mr. Barnes, um, White Wolf, sir?" Peter looks over to Bucky, who like usual has his Vibranium arm resting across my stomach. Bucky turns his head to look at Peter. "Would I be able to, uh, I would very much like to, um, I mean could I..." I stifle a giggle as Peter tries to get to his point. "I want to touch her belly."
"Sorry...I'm going to torture the poor boy." Bucky quickly casts into my mind. Bucky's angry face looks over to the young boy, eyes narrow, mouth set at a thin line. "Who exactly do you think you are? You know she's my girl, right? Do you not see that's my name that hangs around her neck?"
"I-I-I...Charlie...Uh, Ms. Allen and I are really close." Bucky tilts his head looking at him. "Sorry I asked Mr. White Wolf, sir."
I elbow Bucky playfully, "Alright, that's enough. Come here Peter." Timidly he walks closer, his soft brown eyes look only at Bucky as he slowly places his hand on my swollen stomach. His eyes look up at mine, clear joy in his face. Bucky clears his throat looking at the boy. "Bucky Barnes, you better stop."
Peter does however jerk his hands away, "Sorry, Mr. Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, sir."
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The biggest problem I face with the amount of people in this cottage is wanting to have alone intimate time with my boyfriend almost fiancé. Every time we try, Steve and/or Peter walk in. The first time was innocent enough in the swing on the front porch. Bucky and I were getting a bit hot and heavy making out when Peter walks out to play with Maggie. "Oh...I'm so sorry. I didn't see anything." He covers his face as he leads a snickering Maggie to the swing set.
The second time we thought that everyone had went to bed. Taking a moment I crawl onto Bucky's thick thighs, kissing him while grinding on him. Peter never said anything, just opened his door, soft steps walk far enough to the edge of the stairs before they retreat with a loud closing of the door. "You know, maybe we shouldn't be in the living room with all the house guests." I tell Bucky.
"This is our home. We weren't naked." His hands rub on my arms, pulling me back to his lips. "Where were we?"
The third time Steve and Peter took Maggie for a hike while Bucky and I stayed behind so I could "nap". We literally just wanted any amount of time to ourselves. Both of us in the kitchen, me on the counter, while Bucky stands in between my thighs, share an orange creamsicle that I can't get enough of, pregnancy cravings. With every lick or bite, I take I watch Bucky intensely watching me. Every motion I make with the ice cream to my mouth his pupils become bigger, blocking out the beautiful cerulean color of his eyes.
Eventually he has had enough, wiping the remainder of the ice cream around my face before his tongue laps up the sticky substance, ending in our lips connecting. Our tongues explore the others mouth, I hum at the sweet treat flavor that lingers in Bucky's mouth. His hand winds up my legs and up under my dress. Quickly his hand pushes aside my panties, while his fingers move around my leaking arousal. "Why are you always so wet?"
"Have you looked at yourself, James? Have you heard the way you speak to me? Or how protected I feel around you? I'm always a mess when you're...sweet Jesus." I moan as his nimble fingers connect with my bundle of nerves. He continues to toy with my clit, and his lips kiss around my neck. Giving the tender column nibbles and the slight heat and scratches from his beard. Slowly he enters two fingers into my drenched core, pumping the long digits in and out.
"Hey guys." Peter's naïve voice echoes through the kitchen. Bucky's movement pauses, but his fingers remain inside of me. I push my dress further down my body. "Is there any more of that ice cream? I see why you like it, Charlie. We got back early. Steve let me swing around with Maggie. Why are you two just there? Is there something wrong?" His words come out quickly as he grabs three of the ice creams out of the freezer staring at us.
Bucky wiggles his fingers around and I grunt, trying to hide a moan that threatens to escape. His face smiles at me as he turns to look at Peter, "Can you just give us a minute?"
Finally, Peter's eyes glance down, fully taking in exactly where Bucky's hand is. "Oh no. Uh...I'm so sorry. Wouldn't behind closed doors be better?" Even though his eyes are pointing at the ceiling he never leaves.
"Peter!" I shout at him.
"Right...bye. Have fun. Oh, that's a poor choice of words. I mean I guess you would be having..."
"Kid, if you don't leave, I swear I will hit you with my metal arm."
"Bucky!" I gasp at him. His thumb presses on my clit causing my eyes to roll back and an actual whimper release from my mouth. Not another word is spoken by Peter, he just spins on his heels leaving the house. If only that's where things ended. As soon as he leaves to take the ice cream to the people outside Steve walks in.
"You two are awake. I came to get us some water."
"Fucking hell." Bucky huffs out. My hands try to push Bucky's fingers out of me. Steve walks over to the fridge removing some water bottles out. Opening one he looks at us two. He gives us a quick smile. "Do you mind?" Bucky asks.
"You would actually have privacy in your bedroom."
"Shut up." Finally, Bucky's fingers pull out of me, a whine escapes my lips at the lack of them. He scoops me up in his arms and marches us to our bedroom that him and Peter constantly talk about. "Our house. I should be able to fuck you on any furniture in here. But no, those two boneheads are always around."
The last time that Peter walked in on us, Bucky and I were actually in our room. Middle of the night sex. During a particular vivid dream of sex with my husband I began to grind on Bucky while still dreaming. A clearing of his throat, and I wake up. Leg thrown over his waist while my core is tight against his thigh, "I'm hoping you were dreaming about me." His bedtime voice is my favorite, being deeper and much raspier. "On your knees." He demands. I pull off his shirt and listen eagerly.
Bucky steadies himself behind me, before pushing harshly into me. He allows a moment for me to adjust to him, but realizing how needy we are he begins slamming his hips into my ass. I turn my head to look at him. He's beautiful and beyond sexy. His eyes watch where we're connected, brows furrowed while his jaw is relaxed, moaning at what he's seeing and feeling. "Love watching how your cunt stretches for me."
"I love watching you get more turned on...fuck...by watching us."
"Oh yeah? Tell me, doll, do you love when I split you in half?" I nod at him. "I love waking up to you getting off on my leg. Musta been a damn good dream."
"The ones that have you are the best...shit, James."
His flesh hand slides up in between my breasts, adding pressure to my shoulder he pulls my body up to be flush with his. Vibranium connects to my clit, and his lips connect to my neck. He makes sure that my whole body is stimulated. Both of us in a world of our own don't even notice the door opening. "Charlie I couldn't sleep I had an idea for your sui...oh God...um..."
"Peter, fuck off!" Bucky yells. His thrusts into me never stop or slow.
Peter is frozen. Hands over his eyes. "Peter!"
"Oh, yeah...sorry...practice safe...holy shit, you're pregnant, never mind."
"Peter!" I scream again, feeling myself getting closer. At last, the boy turns to leave. Before he does, he makes sure to lock the door. Which sounds reasonable, but Bucky and I don't sleep with our door locked. Bucky continues the fast thrusts, panting on my neck, I can feel the tightening of his muscles against my front. I feel the heat pooling in me as well. "James, I'm about to..."
"I know, honey. Feel you squeezing me so...fucking...tight." One swift push forward and both of our bodies orgasm together. Bucky's fingers on my little nub slows until it stops. I can feel my blood pump through every part of my body. "I love you, Charlie." His voice comes out as a whisper, and a chill runs through my body.
His hands lay us back on the bed, pulling the blankets up around us. "Love you, too, Bucky. I need to put your shirt back on." I remind him. Our morning wakeup call is typically Maggie bouncing on the bed.
"I know. I'll get it when I unlock the door." A silence settles in the room and I feel my eyes getting heavy. Being satisfied and feeling warm against Bucky's skin has relaxed me. "I'm getting tired of that."
"Who are you telling. If it's not Peter walking in then it's Steve watching in the shadows."
"You know he does that?" He asks. Obviously, he admitted he's noticed. "How come you haven't said anything?"
"How come you haven't?" I flip my body around so I can look at his handsome face. My fingers move around his skin, memorizing him.
"It's a reminder to him of who you belong to." I smile nodding my head. "You know, he asked me if he could have one more time with you?"
"And you said what?"
"I said no, of course. What would you have said?" I can only laugh. The octave of his voice changes. "What?"
"You thought about it though, didn't you?"
"I mean, kinda, but...he's too close. And then I can't imagine doing that with anyone else but him. Have you thought about it?" Soft lips kiss around my face as his Vibranium arm draws shapes on my back.
"Not something I thought you two discussed honestly. I just figured you got off on him watching us."
"You don't?" The kissing stops as he studies my face. I shrug. "No, tell me what you're thinking. Would you consider letting Steve join us again?"
"If it didn't mess up our relationship, I would consider it. I just don't know how it could though. And you are what's important to me. If you want, we can continue to let him watch us, knowing he's going to jack off to an image of you fucking me so perfectly."
"You ready for round two?" I smile at him, pushing his shoulders over until I crawl over him, straddling my favorite thighs.