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Of Two Minds Pt.01

You’re My Girl

04/26/2019

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word Count: 6,699

Masterpost Warnings: language, smut, oral sex (M on F), light violence

Prompt: Well I gotta get in there, right?

A/N: This is for Kari’s Sebastian Stan Challenge ( @until-theend-oftheline ). I had so much fun writing this little one-shot. I might have to make a love triangle fic at some point because I enjoyed this one too much! Hope you like it, and please excuse my smut. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

Bucky has always been a bit of a brain. Admit it? Hell no! That’s Steve’s thing. Of course, now with his huge physique, even Steve has trouble coming across as the nerd he seriously is.

So, it’s a bit of a rarity for Bucky to walk around the tower with his nose in a book. He’s got a lot of catching up to do though. So many great stories being told. So many endings. So many adventures. Not to mention all his old favorites.

And really, that’s what he should be reading. Something new. Instead he’s re-reading Murder on the Orient Express. Damn, he’s a sucker for a good mystery. Intrigue, suspicion, false accusation—he freezes, blinking to clear his mind as he realizes how similar to his life those aspects of the story are.

Oh, well. After a shake of his head he wanders into the kitchen and steals a few of Sam’s cookies. He won’t miss two or three, right? And even if he does, Bucky couldn’t care less. In fact—He grabs a plate and piles the last ten cookies onto the plate and with his book reopened he heads back towards his room; a naughty grin stretched taut across his pink lips.

He rounds the corner, excited to get back to bed to read his day away when a guttural but feminine roar deafens his ears and your familiar figure jumps out from an open bedroom doorway.

“AUGH!” Bucky screams, his plate of cookies flying up into the air to land on the black granite floor with a tinkling crash as the delicate china shatters. Fractured cookies litter the floor as Bucky tries to steady his heart, book pressed against his gray t-shirt covered chest.

He growls, watching you double over as you clutch your stomach, your shoulders shaking with deep silent laughter.

His nerves fray. He hates when you do this. Why do you always have to irritate him? Why do you always pop out when he's trying so hard to avoid you?

“Are you crazy?” He demands, dropping his metal arm. He’s so stressed, clutching his book so hard that it’s starting to fold.

“You should have seen your face!” You guffaw, reaching out to hold his left shoulder to keep yourself steady. Bucky can feel the heat of your grip.

“How many times have I asked you not to do that? I could hurt you.” He grumbles.

“You say that every single time I scare you. You haven’t hurt me yet.”

Bucky hates the confidence in your voice. You’re not like everyone else. Sure, Sam is a little sardonic and hard on him but other than Sam, everyone else is careful to keep the Winter Soldier buried. They don’t test his limits. Not like you do.

“There’s a first time for everything.” He warns. And he means it. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you.

It feels like ages since you last heard Bucky laugh. He’s always laughing with Steve…sometimes Sam but mostly that’s just at him and not with him. Every time you come close to join in the comradery, Bucky clams up and shortly after, he leaves.

The only time you can get him to talk to you for more than just a few sentences are when you catch him by surprise or when you’re on mission together.

He avoids you in the hallways of the tower so surprising him like yesterday doesn't happen often. It’s also been forever since you’ve gone out on mission together and part of you thinks it’s on purpose.

“Steve? Tell me the truth. Did he ask you not to pair us up anymore?”

“Y/N…please don’t put me in the middle of this. Just, ask him yourself.” Steve looks nervous as he turns back towards his reports, his fingers flying across the keyboard. He’s a quick study and he’d learned typing in record time.

You hurry around him, pushing his hands and keyboard aside to sit on the edge of his desk.

“Hey.” He complains but looks from your thighs up to your face.

“Answer me.” You whine. “And I’ll leave you alone.”

Steve sighs heavily, frustrated but defeated.

“Yes. He did.”

Your heart drops. “Why?”

“I don’t know. He just said he needed a break and asked me to pair him up with anyone but you. You should talk to him. Figure out what’s going on. You two make a good team.”

Uh, yes! You know that!

“Does he hate me?” You wonder and Steve’s frustration shifts to gentle concern. He smiles softly, reaching out to place his hands behind your bent knees, hooking his hands to pull himself closer to you. You’re still in your workout clothes; tight black shorts and a navy racerback sports shirt with the Avengers ‘A’ over the right breast.

“Y/N…Bucky’s…he’s still adjusting. Just give him some time. If he’s asking not to be paired with you then it’s most likely because you make his recovery more difficult and not because he doesn’t like you.” Steve’s trying to be comforting but all he’s doing is making you worry more.

Are you fucking up Bucky's recovery? His room is right next to yours and sometimes you can hear him groaning or whimpering in his sleep. It makes your heart cold. Countless times you’ve stood at his shut door and almost gone in.

“I suck.” You sigh, pouting.

Steve laughs, and scoots even closer so that your feet rest on his upper thighs and your knees are nudged up against his pecs, his hands still hooked behind your knees.

“You don’t suck.”

“I do.”

“Y/N…” Steve sighs and drops his voice low so that as he speaks, his voice is a deep whisper. “Trust me. You don’t suck. You’re extremely adorable and very capable.”

Adorable? Is that a compliment? It’s not an insult at least. You feel your ears burn and your chest does feel lighter. If Steve can see you as adorable surely Bucky sees you as something just as positive, right?

“Hey, Stevie, you got a second? Nat said you were-Oh.” Bucky’s voice filters into Steve’s office and when he spots the two of you, he freezes in the doorway, his hands tight around a dark mission folder. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you were busy.”

You scramble off the desk and stand up, fixing your shirt as Bucky makes to leave. “We weren’t doing anything.”

Bucky’s eyes pass right over you to focus on Steve.

“Nat says she can’t go.” He holds up the dark folder, indicating whatever mission is inside.

“And Wanda’s out with Vision also on mission.” Steve informs him.

You can almost see the panic building in Bucky’s eyes at the clear indication that the only person left to go on this mission is you.

Steve reaches over and very affectionately pulls you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist. It sits too low on your bottom and you’re at a loss as to how to respond to the affection, so you go with the flow. Your instincts tell you to follow his lead, so you do.

“You wanna go with Bucky, baby?” Steve asks, his voice wrapped sickeningly sweet around the term of endearment. Your cheeks and neck burn. What the hell is he doing?! “It’s just a quick pick up. You don’t have to use the married couple cover if you don’t want to. Just go in, get the package, and then come back so we can decode the files. You’ll be gone two days max.”

You chance a quick glance at Bucky and chew on your lip. Mostly because you’re watching the confusion flit across his face but also because you’re trying to look like you’re mulling over Steve’s question.

“Didn’t he deliberately ask to avoid going on missions with me? I’m kind of offended.”

“I think he was just afraid that you liked him.” Steve explains and it’s the definite truth which makes your chest hurt. Is that really why Bucky asked to stop going out with you? Because he had been suspecting you were interested in him? “Now that we’re together, that won’t be a problem. Right, Buck?”

Steve turns to Bucky and you place your left hand around his shoulders, your fingers gently caressing the small hairs on the nape of his neck.

“I…er…wh-when did this happen?” Bucky wonders and the stutter draws your eye to him. He stands shifting from one foot to the other.

“Me and Y/N?” Steve asks. “Just before you asked to stop going on missions with her. If I’m honest, I gotta say, I really appreciate you asking first. It would have been weird if I’d stopped sending her on missions with you just because we started dating.”

“You’re so jealous.” You tease.

“Can you blame me?” Steve asks, wrapping his arm more tightly around your waist.

You can feel it coming before it happens, and it makes you nervous. You need to make it believable. And…this is Steve! It’s not like he’s not attractive. You kind of wanna impress him with your skills too.

So, when he reaches up to slip his hand behind your neck and pull you down towards him, you relax. You pretend that this is real. That somehow you and Steve are actually dating. That what you feel for Bucky is what you feel for Steve and that nothing in this world would make you happier than to kiss him.

His lips are soft and warm. God, you wish it was Bucky.

You pour that into your kiss and your lips part involuntarily. You can feel Steve’s surprise as he gives you what you want, deepening the kiss. It’s just one quick, open-mouthed peck. A small hint of tongue. It feels like it lasts hours but it’s over in two seconds.

“No.” You whisper, as you pull back slowly, smiling down at him with as peaceful a smile as you can muster. “I can’t.”

“So, you’ll go?” Steve asks. “For me?”

“I-” You look back at the large man in the doorway, looking utterly perplexed, brow drawn together, sharp fire in his icy eyes as he stares at you and Steve. It looks like he’s trying to make one and one equal two. “Only if Bucky doesn’t mind me going? If he asked to stop going on missions with me, it must have been for a good reason.”

“Buck?” Steve asks, turning to him but pulling you down to sit on his lap as he does.

“I…I uh…” Bucky shuts his eyes hard then looks down at the folder in his hands. He holds it out for you, and you make to get up, but Steve’s arm tightens around you and instead he rolls his chair towards Bucky. “No. I don’t mind.”

“Great.” You smile, taking the offered folder. “I’ll give this a look and we can leave tomorrow morning. Yeah?”

“Whatever.” Bucky grumbles and without another word he turns and leaves, shoulders slumped, eyes still glaring with confusion.

You wait until his footsteps have faded before your body slumps forward too.

“Holy-What the hell was that, Steve?”

But Steve is smiling. “Me? What about you?! That was-holy shit, Y/N. I didn’t know you could act that well.”

“What are we doing, Steve?” You ask, pining more than ever over the man who just left now convinced you’re dating his best friend.

Steve smiles. “I’m pretty sure he likes you, Y/N. Buck’s not the same guy he used to be. I’m just—it’s just a push. If I’m right and he really likes you he won’t let it sit. The old Bucky is in there. Parts of him. If he tries anything on the mission…don’t pull away. Okay?”

Your heart is hammering in your chest from nerves and also, Steve thinks Bucky likes you!

“Doesn’t that bother you? Him trying something on someone you’re supposed to be dating?”

“I said, if he tries anything. I doubt he will. He’s not that kind of person.”

You nod. “I think you’re wrong. He doesn’t like me like that.”

Steve only smiles.

“Hey! Honey! Why do you keep walking away from me?” You shout down the small lane, the dirt of the road dusting the air.

Bucky stops several feet away, his shoulders tense. He doesn’t turn to look at you but instead he simply waits for you to catch up.

You slide your arm through his, the right—nice and warm—and only when he resumes his walking do you let yourself feel the real heat of having your arm through his.

You’re on mission so you know that you shouldn’t be focusing on how you feel about him. It’s never going to happen. But for you to come here, with him, play his wife? Seriously, this is like daydream number 47 in your Bucky Daydream Catalogue.

Right after the daydream where you fall, and Bucky catches you and finally kisses you and before the one where you fall asleep with your head on his lap while watching movies.

He reaches for your hand and gives it a squeeze. What to others might have looked like a soft caress, is really tight and painful and you gasp between your smiling teeth.

“Ow, jackass. That hurts.”

“Do you want to blow our cover.” He demands.

“Oh, I’m going to blow our cover? This coming from the man who keeps leaving his wife behind and hasn’t shown her one bit of affection?” You soften your smile as a little girl with shining black hair and a frayed red dress approaches you with a box of Yellow Bells—flowers shaped like trumpets with ruffled tips on the petals, yellow like the first ray of morning sun after the orange has shifted through.

Bucky reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crisp bill and hands it to her. He smiles at her, surprisingly kind, and she gives him a small bunch of the blossoms. She skips off and he straightens up then continues to lead you down the road.

He holds out the flowers for you and you blink with shock as you stare first at the flower and then up at him. He gives you a glance as you stare at the bloomed stems and then he shakes them, hurrying you so that you’ll take them off his camouflaged metal hand.

Quickly you take them but then look to see what might be in his eyes, searching for what Steve had said was there. But Bucky’s already looking at the stalls as you walk past them, eyeing unique jewelry made locally.

He stops at one, a large array of huge beads strung together in stunning colors of red, orange, green, blue, and yellows. There are a few painted purples and pinks. Bucky, however, ignores these and lingers by the smaller selection of stunning silver bracelets, necklaces, and rings.

“If you wanted affection, you should have brought your boyfriend. I’ve got none of that for you.” He says, cruelly—or so it feels like to you.

You yank your arm out of his and he looks at you, confused as you glare at him with all the hurt you feel and stomp away, back towards the hotel.

This is nothing like you’re used to. This fancy place that Steve chose for you and Bucky. Though, your cover makes sense with it. Newlywed couple on their honeymoon. You’re much more familiar with the dilapidated and inexpensive hotels that smell funny and disreputable guests stream in and out at all hours of the night.

This place is huge and expensive, and the stupid white limestone flooring of the large lobby shines up at you pleasantly. The soft gray palate of the room mixed with the browns and yellows of local wood and palm make you feel all peaceful, or they would if you weren’t nursing an aching heart over Bucky’s declaration.

There is no wonder for you anymore. He definitely doesn’t like you.

You’re so distracted that you’re not paying attention as you make your way towards the back of the lobby to head back to your ocean bungalow. Because of this lapse in judgement, you don’t notice the woman falling. She pushes against her own husband, who stumbles back against the concierge trying to explain to them that there are limits to alcohol that can be consumed in public spaces on the property, who then goes flying into a table, which knocks a lamp towards the floor that a large man with huge biceps, wide shoulders, olive tanned skin, sharp thick curving eyebrows and the face of a fantasy Hawaiian God dives for.

He misses of course and the lamp breaks into hundreds of pieces in front of him. You just so happen to be walking straight for the sharp bits. It startles you and you jump sideways to get out of the way which makes you lose your balance making the God man dive for you and this time he catches his mark.

“Oops.” The man says. “Careful, I’ve got you.”

“Holy…oh my God, I’m so sorry.” You whisper, shocked by the graceless display. Several hotel employees race for you and the God and proceed to make a fuss.

“Are you alright?” One asks.

“I am so sorry!” Says the concierge.

“Someone get a broom!” Another employee yells before hurrying off to probably get one herself.

“I-I’m fine.” You stutter, staring at the remnants of lamp as the God man takes a few steps away and then carefully lowers you back onto your feet.

“You sure?” He asks and you finally meet his eyes. Stunning light eyes, green? Hazel? It’s hard to tell in the dim light of the hotel interior.

“Um…” It takes a second for you to regain composure because his accent is very American but also, this mother fucker is your mark! Definitely not a God no matter how much he might look like one. Just a lousy human being. “Yes. Sorry, I didn’t mean to…I tried to jump out of the way but-”

“Don’t apologize. It never hurts to rescue a pretty lady.” He whispers and your cheeks burn.

“Oh, um…” You laugh nervously then reach back as if to scratch your lower back but swiftly pull the fake wedding band from your left hand’s ring finger. “Thanks?”

He laughs. “My pleasure. Really, it was my fault. If I’d caught the lamp, then this wouldn’t have happened.”

“No.” You laugh. “Really, it wasn’t your fault. Technically it was that woman over there’s fault.”

What? Just because you’re distracted that doesn’t mean you didn’t know what was happening. You did. You just weren’t paying enough attention to make it matter.

“I’m so sorry!” The woman yells towards you.

“No.” You laugh once again, nervous and feeling guilty towards the woman. “Really, it’s okay.”

The God is laughing. Chuckling at you.

“This is embarrassing.” You gush.

“Or endearing?” He offers and you look up at him. He’s so damn tall. How are there so many men surrounding you that are so freaking huge? It’s not fair and it isn’t right and- “I wish I could do something to alleviate your embarrassment.”

“Oh, I’ll be fine. I’ll survive.” You assure him and begin to move around him. “You know, I might be too embarrassed to eat now, if I’m honest, but I’ll be fine.”

“Woah, wait, then maybe you’ll let me buy you dinner?”

“What?” You ask, ‘surprised’ but not really. He took the bait which is all you were hoping for.

“It’s the least I could do. How about tonight? In the hotel restaurant?” He seems genuinely excited to take you, but you remind yourself that he’s shifty. He’s not to be trusted. This is also too good to pass up.

“Oh, I uh…I don’t know that my husband would be too happy about some really hot guy taking me out to dinner.” You slip your ring back on your finger and show him your left hand. It’s best to stick to the plan as close as possible and being married to Bucky is part of that plan.

“I see. Yikes. Well, I can scratch that one off my to-do list. Hit on hot married woman.”

“You think I’m hot?” You flirt, quirking a brow while biting your bottom lip.

His eyes suddenly sparkle, and he takes a step towards you.

“Where is this husband?” He wonders, looking at no one but you.

“We um…he got mad at me. He left. I’m not sure whether that means he left the island or left town or left me.” You inject some of that very real sadness into your eyes from Bucky’s rejection and the God seems to buy it.

“Bummer.” He sighs.

“Yeah, so, I’m going to go check to see if he came and got his stuff.” You gesture behind you, towards your bungalow.

“Well, I’ll tell you what, let’s just say that I go to the hotel restaurant around eight? And if you come, great. If not, no harm done.”

You smile, tilting your head to the right. “I’ll come if he really left me. If-if he’s not there. I’ll come.”

“Great.” The God smiles and nods. “Your name?”

“Lilly.” You lie. “And you are?”

“Aaron.” He tells the truth!

“Aaron. Okay. I may see you later then.” You smile and turn to leave.

“For the record? I hope he’s not there.” Aaron admits and you bite your bottom lip.

“See you around, Aaron.”

You leave him waving, making sure not to glance back.

“You approached our mark?” Bucky’s voice is irritated, and you hate to hear it. Normally you’re swooning internally at the very sound of his lazy timber but today, right now, you don’t want to hear it. Especially when he sounds so annoyed.

“I didn’t approach him.” You explain. “I tripped and he caught me when I was trying to avoid a crashing lamp.”

“What did he say to you?”

You turn to look at Bucky. You’ve had your back to him since you came inside the bungalow. He’s leaning up against the space beside the light wooden doorway. The slats behind his back are made of the same shade of soft bleached wood. The rest of the bungalow, the wall to his left and your right as you turn to look at him, is nothing but glass and open sliding doors.

You’ve got an amazing view of the clear turquoise sea. The small wooden pier attached to your bungalow has two white fluffy seats, right on the floor for lounging. At the end of the small extension is a metal ladder that extends down into the ocean for private swimming. Inside again, the bungalow is equipped with luxurious chairs, a large king size bed, a soft teal carpet, a dresser, a TV, soft couch, and a small kitchenette.

With the warm ocean breeze wafting in the smell of brine, you can almost lose yourself in this place, if only it weren’t for the fake marriage, the mark, and the fact that you’re head over heels for your partner.

“He asked me out to dinner, after I tripped, and he caught me. Saved me.”

Bucky scoffs.

You glare at him and move towards your closet to look at the clothes you brought. You sift through two cocktail dresses you’d packed, specifically with an opportunity like tonight in mind.

You choose the longer of the two. After talking to the mark, it seems he's a much bigger softy than initially thought. He'll appreciate the flowing material.

“What are you thinking?” Bucky asks.

“Dinner will go well. I’ll make sure it does. He'll take me back to his room. I’ll lift the package and then we can get the hell off this stupid island.” You throw the dress onto the bed, giving Bucky your back again because you’re still upset.

At him. At Steve. You know it's not their fault you have a crush…but you wanna blame someone, just not yourself.

“That's what you're wearing? Isn’t it too revealing?”

“Well I gotta get in there, right? The whole point is to get him to take me to his room, James. Of course, it's too revealing.” But it really isn’t, not compared to the other one. This one is downright tame.

You reach back, arching your back as you try to pull the zipper of your much more casual yellow day dress down.

Bucky's hands are suddenly there, slapping your hand away. He pulls the zipper down, the sound of metal splitting too loud in the suddenly heavy air.

You try and concentrate. Keep your breathing from becoming labored at the thought of Bucky pulling your zipper down. Then he pushes the back open wide, his hot calloused fingers slowly grazing against the bare skin of your back.

Is he trying to kill you?! Holy fuck.

“Are you really going to sleep with him?” Bucky asks, voice soft, hot breath wafting against the nape of your neck. You officially hate him.

“If I have to. We could save lots of lives with that package. It's worth it.” And it is. It sucks for you, but you’ve got a job to do and you agreed, once upon a time when you were sworn into S.H.I.E.L.D. that you were going to put the wellbeing of others before your own on missions.

“What about Steve?” Bucky asks, the rough pads of his fingers still pressed against the skin of your back making goosebumps pimple your skin.

The sun is already starting to set. You need to finish getting ready.

“What about Steve?” You ask, annoyed.

“He won't like his girl sleeping with someone else.”

You sigh. “I’m not his girl.”

Silence. Two beats in fact. But it’s suddenly raging in the room, his temper rising.

“What?” He asks, the word a soft slap.

“I said, I’m not Steve’s girl. He was…I don’t know, playing a trick on you? I don’t know why.” You lie. You now exactly why. “I just went along with it because he seemed so invested in it. We’re not dating. Never have been.”

“Why are you lying?” Bucky demands, his hands slipping in further underneath your dress, pushing it off your shoulders as he grabs tight and painful hold of your biceps.

“I’m not lying. I think maybe he just wanted to get us back on mission together because we used to be so good together. But clearly that’s not the case anymore seeing as we can’t even keep a damn cover going.” Your alluding back to the market earlier in the day doesn’t escape his notice and he must have also noticed whatever had happened back then because he sighs heavily. “I’m no one’s girl.”

He releases you and you wish he wouldn’t. Instead of acting on it, you push the dress you’re wearing down and slip on the new one. Bucky helps you zip that one up too, tying the clasp at the neck for you. You glance at yourself in the mirror.

The dress is long, ombre fading from black at the thick halter neckline to stunning turquoise. There are small sparkles along the entirety of the sheer overlay, it looks like brilliant stars. Aquamarine ocean reflecting stunning starlight. The dress underneath is short, barely reaching your mid-thigh, and turquoise but made of soft flowing silk.

You slip on the only pair of black strappy evening shoes you brought then head out without another word to your partner.

Hot lips press against your neck as you hold onto the strong wide shoulders pressed against your chest. Wet open-mouthed kisses lick their way down along the length of your throat. Hard hands grip your hips.

“God you smell incredible.” Aaron’s gruff voice whispers against your collarbone.

You chuckle breathlessly, trying to let yourself fall into the moment because you need to sell it.

“You taste so good.” He groans, his hand sliding back to your behind to grab a fistful of flesh. “Let me taste you.”

You shut your eyes briefly then place your hands on his shoulders and push him down until he’s level with your pelvis. He looks up at you, eyes burning with lust. You focus and give him the same.

“I’m not wearing any underwear.” You assure him and his hazel eyes sparkle, his mouth widens into a pearly white grin, and he hikes up your left leg hooking it over his shoulder as he pushes your dress up. Hot breath washes over your sex.

You shiver. And then the large body nearly pressing against you slumps sideways, unconscious.

“Aaron?” You lower your leg, push your dress down, and kneel beside him.

You press two fingers to the pulse point at his neck and find a slow but steady rhythm.

“What the fuck?” You whisper, confused.

“I got the package. Let’s go.” Bucky’s voice makes you jump. You press your hand to your chest, startled by his sudden presence.

“What did you do to him?” You demand, still on your knees.

Bucky’s wearing sleep clothes already, a pair of low-slung gray pants and a tight black muscle tee. Under his arm is a very small briefcase about the size of a lunch box. The package. He walks over to you and moves out the front door but waits with his hand on the handle for you to get up and follow.

“Come on, Y/N. Let’s go.” He orders and you know you don’t have to follow but you do because the mission is done.

“What did you do to him?” You demand once more, following after him with staccato taps of your heels.

“I slipped him a sedative during dinner. He’ll wake up in a day and we’ll be long gone.”

“You could have told me.” You grumble, arms crossed over your chest defensively as the two of you exit the internal part of the hotel and begin to cross the pier to your bungalow.

“I wanted to see how far you’d go.” Bucky admits. His hair swishes, damp and dark in the starlit night. Slightly cooler air caresses the skin of your bare shoulders and makes your skirt flutter.

“All the way, if need be. What do you care? If the mission requires that I-”

Bucky suddenly rounds on you, reaching for your elbow. “The mission?”

“Bucky…”

“The mission?!” Whatever he was about to say falls to the back of his mind as his eyes scan the area behind you. He growls and lets his hand fall into your hand. He pulls you along roughly, your heels stumbling against the wood as you struggle to keep your balance.

“Slow down, I’m gonna fall.” You complain and he stops. He dips low, your stomach against his shoulder, right arm behind your knees as he lifts you up and continues to walk quickly.

“Bucky!”

“Be quiet.” He orders and you fall silent. You know that voice. Mission time.

When he reaches the bungalow, he sets you down and turns to shield you from view. “Get inside.”

You quickly unlock the door and he pushes you inside as he backs up. Once clear of the door, he shuts it, and peeks through the peephole.

“What is it?”

“Scouts. Probably noticed the package is missing. Did anyone else see you with the mark?” Bucky asks, turning to finally look at you.

You shake your head. “A few civilians when he asked me to dinner but other than that, no. We were in a private room.” Which is why you don’t even know how the hell Bucky was able to get the dude sedated. Had he put it in his food?

“Good.” He sighs then moves to secure the package inside the larger suitcase he’d brought for it.

You stand with your arms wrapped around your shoulders, staring through the peephole to see if anyone is approaching. Hands on your hips make you turn.

“What-?”

You have no real time to react because Bucky’s there, kissing your lips. He does it slowly, large pink folds moving against yours soft and hot. You pull back, your heart aflutter.

“What are you doing?” You blink, trying to understand the soft look in his eyes.

“Keeping our cover.” He says but that’s stupid. “Don’t pull away again.”

And you don’t want to. So, when he cups the sides of your face and presses his lips to yours more tentatively, you react by tracing the shape of his lower lip with your own tongue.

He gasps, turning his moan into an inhale and seals your lips with his more securely. His tongue delves into your mouth, tasting delicious red velvet.

“Wait, wait, wait…” You pull back and Bucky growls. “What are you doing?”

“I like you. More than like, okay? And the idea of you—with that guy?”

“So, it was okay with Steve but not with the mark?”

“Yes.” Bucky sighs.

“Why?”

“Because I love Steve. And if he wanted you, he-he deserves you so much more than I do.” Bucky tilts his head slightly, his eyes dark and brooding.

“Bucky…”

“I only asked to stop being paired up for missions because I was falling for you more and more. Every time we came out it got more complicated and you deserve more than me.”

“You’re stupid.” You tell him.

He blinks, surprised. “Stupid?”

Sudden footsteps outside and masculine voices interrupt you. “Who was he with?”

“I don’t know.” Says another voice.

“Check that one, I’ll check this one.”

They approach your door and you look back at Bucky who suddenly lunges for you. No holds barred, he cups the mound between your legs, shocking you into moaning loudly. His lips find your throat and he sucks gently on the salty skin. Everything is lightly salted here with the ocean so close.

The steps behind the door stop.

“Louder, Y/N.” Bucky tells you and you’re so at a loss for oxygen that you can’t moan again. He slips his hand under your skirt, and you hadn’t lied when you’d told Aaron you weren’t wearing panties.

Bucky gasps as he find you bare, soaked, and wanting. His fingers press against your folds lightly before he finds your nub with his metal thumb and flicks it back and forth relentlessly.

“AH!” You moan, your voice breathless but the moan loud enough to be heard through the door.

“Hey!” The masculine voice behind the door whisper shouts. “Come here, listen to this.”

Perverts.

“Were you this wet with the mark?” Bucky asks, curious but also jealous?

You shake your head as he continues to flick your nub. You shudder and since he needs you to moan again for the audience outside, he slips a finger slowly inside you.

“Ooh!” You mewl and Bucky’s lips twitch. His tongue darts out from behind them and he drops to his knees, hikes up your left leg just as Aaron had, but wastes no time as he leans in to taste your core. “Shit!”

Hands fisted into his hair, you twitch against his mouth as he laps you up, needy and greedy as he reaches behind your bottom to push you harder against his lips.

“You need to moan, Y/N.” Bucky says because your breathing is labored, and you can hardly speak but if that’s what he needs…

“That feels…that feels so…so good B-” Woah, nope, can’t say his name! “-baby.”

Bucky smiles. Satisfied that you were able to turn his name into a pet name, then delves deeper. He finds your nub, closes his hot lips around it and sucks gently.

“Fuck!” You gasp, pulling his head closer as he slurps and suckles. The noises are sinful and the fact that Bucky’s the one between your legs drives your body heat up. Suddenly, you’re shaking your head, you’re pushing his back because you can feel the pressure building.

It’s coming, edging closer as Bucky refuses to pull way from you. He uses his strength to hold you close, sucking harder then tonguing your nub with the flat of his tongue as he rocks your hips against his face.

“B-” Damn him! You were going to say his name. “Baby, baby, oh shit, baby…I’m…”

You don’t get to finish because the pressure crashes, and your hips are lit with fire. Your left leg wraps around his head, holding him in place as your climax shakes your body over and over until you’re left weak and satisfied.

You loosen your leg and watch as Bucky wipes his mouth but licks his lips of any remaining juices before he stands and leans over your shoulder to peek out of the peephole.

“They’re gone.” He informs you as you sag against the door.

He leans back, looking you over before finding your hips with his hands. He lifts you up against that door and hooks your legs around his waist. You bring your arms—still feeling loose and numb from your orgasm—up around his neck and with you secure, he takes you to the bed and lays you flat on your back.

“Where were we?” He asks, as he settles half beside you, half on you.

“I uh…I called you stupid.” You remember.

“Right. Why am I stupid?” Bucky asks, curious, but a small playful glint in his eyes.

“Because I’ve been in love with you since Nepal. Dumbass.” You sigh, still reeling but annoyed at his obliviousness.

“Since Nepal?” Bucky asks, his metal hand which had begun to stroke your hair, stops. “But that’s like a year ago.”

“Hence the dumbass.” You grumble.

“Why didn’t you say something?” Bucky asks, his eyes pained. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you asked to stop going on missions with me. I-I thought you hated me.” You shrug. “So, I started to scare you and annoy you because it was the only interaction I could get out of you.”

Bucky shakes his head, “I could never hate you, Y/N.”

He leans down and presses his lips to the bare skin of your shoulder, moving slowly up further along your neck.

“Never.”

Still heated from the little show he’d put on for the scouts, you sigh heavily, stifling a moan with a bite to your lip. “Oh, Bucky…”

It feels good to moan his name.

“That sounds so fucking great.” Bucky sighs. “Say my name again.”

“Bucky…Bucky…oh, Bucky…” You mewl.

Bucky kisses you, hard, with need and desire. When he pulls back, he stares into your sex-hazed eyes.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He admits.

It drives the lust from you temporarily as you assess the sincerity in his declaration. He sounds and looks like he means it.

You smile.

He moves away from you, and you hate it. You want him there with you, on you. Always. He reaches into the pocket of the pants he was wearing earlier and produces something that shines brightly in the dim light of the Caribbean stars and moon.

“And you’re wrong.” Bucky says, fitting something on your right wrist as he lays back over you, bouncing the bed and you along with it. When he pulls back, you stare at a beautiful silver bracelet set with varying shapes of blue beach stone. Soft blue, like steel. It reminds you of Bucky’s eyes.

“About what?”

“You’re my girl.” He declares then dives back down for another kiss.

“So?” Steve wonders with a small smile stretched across his plush pink lips. “How’d it go?”

“We secured the package. Nat and Bruce are already decoding the files.”

“I…I mean with Bucky, Y/N.” Steve clarifies.

You laugh. “Oh. Um…we’re going out tomorrow. Our first date.”

Steve’s eyes darken a little and his smile wavers, but you don’t notice. “That’s so great, Y/N. I knew he was just being stubborn.”

“Yeah. I…thanks a lot, Steve. We wouldn’t have got together if it wasn’t for you. You’re always so kind and supportive.” You assure him.

Bucky’s head suddenly peeks into the office. “Hey, come on, your food’s getting cold.” Bucky gives Steve a nod.

Steve returns it but you move to the door and take Bucky’s hand and follow him out.

Steve sits back, staring at the doorway as his smile slowly falls until he’s simply watching the empty space with a small distant sadness in his eyes. “Yeah…I’m the best.”

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