#here’s your perfect series: Silverfox Sunday

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I know that 'Here's Your Perfect' is new series, but I just can't control myself, because the plot is another of your magical gift to us. So, if it is okay, for Silverfox Sunday a moment from their earlier stage of marriage. After toxic treatment from her family as well as society Reader, I imagine, isn't very comfortable with receiving attention from such handsome men and shy away from even harmless attempt of flirting. So, when in the morning she is greeted with Ari in his luxurious robes with handsome face and beard, she gets very flustered. After their little 'conversation' she is mess, so she goes outside to get some fresh air. That is bad idea because Bucky is there - training in the yard with young squire just in thin tunic (or without 😏). And he also won't waste an opportunity to greet his lady.

It was quiet in the room when you had woken from the restful nights sleep, with no indication Ari or Bucky had been here at all until you had witnessed the brand new textured dress that had been left for you, bound by silk.

You rose from the bed, the chemise you’d worn falling loosely down to your knees. Your hands feel shaky as you wipe them down the front, swallowing thickly before you reached out toward the dress. Your fingertips graze the embroidery as you fawn and deeply admire the colour and the nature of the gift. There is nothing unimpressive about the dress, nothing blasé or ordinary, its a breathtaking gift.

You know it will flatter you well, just as you know that its meant to transform you into a living goddess. It was their intent to make you look breathtaking, to make you feel as good as they knew you had.

“This is…” you admired, trailing your fingers over folded the sleeves before you had undid the binds, holding it up to your body with a bright, small smile, “…beautiful.”

Your smile was genuine and your heart felt light, immensely touched by the gifts that had been left for you every day for the last few days. It was a stark reminder that you weren’t under your parents thumb, you weren’t clutched in their venomous grasp.

“Do you like it, my love?” You startled and the dress has nearly fallen from your hands when Ari had stepped into the room.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t know if I could touch it.” You statuettes, nervous about his prompt approach as he closed the door and walked toward you.

He was dressed in rich colours, a dark red tunic that had been marked with gold trim and buttons. A brief appearance of a white linen undershirt had been left open, giving you an impeccable peek at his thick chest and the presence of hair that trailed below.

Ari’s hair was brushed out of his face, his jawline accentuated by the mix of silver-greys, and his natural colour. He had reminded you of a sleek fox you’d seen in the winter a few times, the frisky and playful animal darting in and out of bushes to trap prey.

“It’s a gift.” Ari crooned, stepping toward you then bending to pick it up from the floor. “Let me help you get dressed.”

You turned for him, allowed him to help you slip the dress up and over your chemise. You felt his nimble, soft fingers tracing your exposed flesh as his warm breath caressed your neck. He tightened the dress around you, securing it on your body while letting you know exactly how desirable he had found you.

“There is nothing about you I would change.” “You are everything we’ve ever wanted.” “Your beauty is everlasting.” “You could make Aphrodite envious.”

Your breath hitched in your throat with every word, your body engulfed in flames as every sweet compliment had settled into your flesh.

“There would never be anyone else we could want.” Ari had finished with a soft display, with a tender kiss pressed to the inside of your wrist. “You are our darling.”

“Forgive me,” your chest rose and fell with every sharp breathe, “I’m sorry…I need air…”

You fled the room, scurrying from Ari as he watched on with a chuckle falling from his lips. You didn’t stop your flighty traverse until you had reached the door that led to the stables and the barn.

You had flown out of the estate with such vigour in order to clear your head, the door had slammed against the outer wall. You came to a direct and jolting stop at the sound and sight of clashing metal. Your eyes had grown wide and your heart was thrashing in its cage the longer you had watched your second husband.

He was without a shirt, bare chested with beads of sweat rolling down his shoulders and pectorals. He had raised his sword with ease and brought it down upon a recruit who had blocked it at the last moment. His hair was damp, tied at the nape of his neck and a scowl had appeared on his face.

However it had all changed when you audibly gasped and stepped back, running into Ari’s warm body.

“Y/N,” Bucky had turned toward you, sheathing his sword with ease, “are you alright, darling?”

“Our gift looks good on her.” Ari had praised you again, settling his hands upon your shoulders.

“I’m heading to town, dewdrop.” He kissed your head again, mumbling into your hair. “Bucky will be around, I should be back by evening.”

“Leaving?” You muttered, still captivated by Bucky’s broad and bare chest, studying the scars that had healed yet not faded, “why…?”

“I have business in town, beautiful.” Ari had raised your hand and kissed your knuckles delicately. “You’ll be safe with Bucky.”

When Ari had brushed past you and left you standing on the back steps of the house, Bucky had closed the distance.

“Milady,” his squire had bowed his head and greet you with upmost respect, “good morning to you.”

“Are you alright?” Bucky stepped before you, warm hands cupping your cheeks. “Are you frightened…?”

He and Ari were both littered with grey and silver, both brilliant men who were equally gorgeous. They were strong and brave, capable of amassing great respect amongst people they met.

And they both wanted you.

“Y-yes,” your voice shook and your belly had been brimming with heat that had carried forth between your legs, “I was just caught by surprise…”

“Training and swordsmanship isn’t for the gentler sexes-“

“Watch your tongue, boy.” Bucky immediately cut him off, eyes flashing with ire.

“I’m sorry,” he bowed his head again and apologized immediately, “I never meant disrespect.”

“Have you eaten? You must be hungry. Let’s go inside, you can eat.”

“You we’re busy…”

“Session over.” Bucky made the command though his squire had already been gathering his things, tucking them into a linen bag. “We’ll continue tomorrow.”