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Paper Moon Part 11

MB - @thecountessakasha - back again. I hope you’re ready for Part 11!

A/N: Bucky and Steve end up at a venue that has a 40s night and meet an OFC, Melissa Rose, a singer in a local club. They both are smitten by her, and start to vie for her affections. They end up finding out more about themselves in the process.

Word count: 3200+ because I am a wordy bitch.

Warnings: MEGA SUPER SMUT. Yes it’s unprotected. M/M and F/M/M. Melissa being that slightly Domme woman she is. Oh, and cussing. Like always.

STEVE’S POV

I cannot believe this is actually happening. I’m sitting at Melissa’s little kitchen bar with her and Bucky while we eat Chinese and laugh and talk and spill secrets. Everything is feeling right and perfect. It’s as if my world view righted itself and everything fell into its proper place. It feels… like home. Finally like home.

I look between them as they laugh at something or another, and she’s punching his arm at something he’s said and it doesn’t matter because - Oh my god they are a vision together. And they’re mine. They’re both mine.

They stop when they realize I’ve been quiet for a while, just watching them and I hear her silky voice. “Steve honey? You alright?”

Her brows are kinked upward, looking a little worried. Bucky’s head is tilting to the side and he’s looking at me slightly concerned. She’s beautiful. He’s gorgeous. And they’re mine.

“Yeah, doll. I'm…. I’m perfect. I’ve never felt this good in my life.” I shake my head as if I can’t believe it. “I’m just admiring what this grand universe has granted me.”

She reaches over and brushes her thumb against my flushed cheek. Bucky matches her action and I breathe out the most contented sigh.

“I know, pal. I never thought, never dreamed I could be this happy. Certainly not after everything I’ve done. But I look at you and I look at her, and I’m rocked to the bottom of my soul…” Bucky trails off as he looks down.

I know he doesn’t believe he’s worth this, like she doesn’t. And they are, they deserve so much happiness. And I want nothing more than to give it to them as long as I breathe.

I reach for his hand, grasping it before brushing the back of it lovingly with my thumb. He looks up, eyes meeting mine as his lips curl into a soft, sad smile. “We’re going to make this work. We are. You and I have waited far too long. We deserve this.” Grabbing her hand, I add, “We all deserve this.”

Melissa gives a soft sigh of disbelief at the last part, brushing off that thought. I look directly at her, “You do. You deserve happiness. After everything you’ve told us, I’ve never been more sure of anything.” I pull her off her stool quickly and into my lap as she yelps. Chuckling at her reaction, I bury my face into her neck, nipping at the soft skin there making her squirm.

Bucky is behind me suddenly - our food abandoned as he wraps his arms around my waist, lips against my jaw making me moan softly against her.

I link my fingers through his at my hip, letting my head loll to the side to allow him more access. I can feel him inhale deeply before his tongue darts out to taste my skin.

Melissa leans in closer, her lips brushing mine in a gentle kiss before joining Bucky’s at my jaw. Their teeth nip at me, at each other’s lips, then me again and I’m losing all train of thought.

Bucky tugs my hips back against him, and I can feel his arousal pressing against me. Melissa swings her leg over my lap to straddle me, and our breathing quickens. She’s grinding her heated, damp, naked core against the bulge on my jeans each time Bucky pulls me back against his own trapped in his sweats.

I lift my arm and grab behind me pulling Bucky closer by the back of his neck, lost in the feel of him molded to me. Hips, chest, lips, tongue, teeth, his metal hand digging into the flesh of my left thigh. Melissa’s rocking on me, the fingers of my other hand tangling in her hair as we share a rough kiss. This is better than I ever imagined.

She cries out suddenly, her mouth opening fully against mine and it’s then I realize that Bucky is reaching around the other side to tease her wet folds. “Have you tasted her, Steve? Have you tasted our Angel?” His lips brush the skin behind my ear, rutting his swollen, cloth covered cock against my back.

“I have but it will never be enough. Never.” I pull away from her kiss and he’s sliding his fingers over my lips, coated in her slick, rolling the pads of them onto my tongue. Roughly, he takes the same hand and grabbing a thick hank of my hair at the crown, bending me backward to assault my mouth with his as we share her flavor between us.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life. I suck at his lips, nibbling them before letting him slide his tongue over mine. We kiss with an ease and passion like we’ve been doing it for a hundred years. Little whimpers of pleasure are coming from Melissa as she watches us from her perch atop my lap, Bucky’s hand having returned between her legs, teasing her.

He’s toying with her clit, I can tell by the noises she’s making so I slide a hand under his, dipping two fingers into her leaking entrance. The kiss between he and I becomes more hungry and heated and I pump my fingers in and out of her leisurely, loving how she feels around them.

“Angel,” he murmurs against my mouth, “Can you cum for us, right here, right now? You’re close, ain’t ya, sweetheart? I know you are. I can feel you swelling. Your tiny pink little bud, so delicate, so sensitive. She’s tightening around your fingers, isn’t she, Steve?”

I don’t move my mouth from his to answer, “Yes she is, Buck. Christ, she feels so good.” As I lick into his mouth, savoring him, I curl my fingers toward her front wall as he pinches and rolls her little bundle of nerves.

That’s all it takes and she’s falling apart for us, shuddering, “Oooohhh fuck… oh god, Steve, Bucky yes fuck yes my good boys…” Her nails rake down my back and his arm as we bring her through bliss, until she can no longer move.

Her mouth is slack, head slung to the side barely able to hold onto us. She’s collapsed on my chest, and I slip my fingers out of her, mimicking Bucky’s action from earlier and sliding them against his lips before kissing him roughly. I can feel her shaking, little tremors rocking her body while Bucky keeps brushing her clit with his thumb.

“Non, non. Too much,” and she’s sliding off my lap onto her wobbly legs. I catch her, helping her to her feet her robe still halfway open.

Bucky chuckles as he pulls away, “I think we should take her to bed, don’t you?” He’s placing little kisses on my neck, pulling Melissa in close to his chest.

The next thing I know she’s grabbing my hand as she heads down the little hallway, “Well, I certainly agree.” Her laugh echos as we all scramble toward the bedroom.

BUCKY’S POV

We’re all three fumbling toward her - our?- bedroom, giggling like school kids, unable to keep our hands off each other. I pick her up easily and toss her onto the bed, which makes her laugh and it’s SUCH an intoxicating sound.

I take advantage of Steve being distracted by it too, to grab him and kiss him full force, tugging his shirt off over his head. We’re fighting to get each other undressed. His shirt, my shirt. His jeans, my sweats. To our mutual surprise, neither of us are wearing any boxers. We grin, finally getting to feel one another, skin to skin for the first time.

I feel drunk, like back in the day when I could really get drunk, and I can’t stop kissing him. My hands explore every inch, feeling each exposed piece of flesh while he makes little sounds of pleasure doing the same to me.

His fingers find my scar, and he pauses here. It feels like everything slows down suddenly. He gingerly touches it, his eyes tinged with hurt and regret and a deep sadness as he looks me over.

I grab his wrists, stilling them, “It’s not your fault, Steve. Please don’t do that to yourself. It’s not your fault.” I let go of his wrists, cupping his face in my hands, “You didn’t know. You couldn’t know.” I pull him in for a deep, loving kiss, soft yet unyielding.

I can feel him fully relax, then press against me, needy, wanting. Our cocks brush against each other’s and we both moan softly before he’s kneeling suddenly, grasping mine in his hand.

He looks to Melissa, kneeling up beside us on the bed, and she nods, “You want to taste him, don’t you, mon bon petite Captiane?”

A grunt comes from him and I’m getting harder and harder as he grips me tight. My fingers slide into his hair, my legs trembling and she reaches out, pulling his head back so she can look at him, “Steven. Use your words.” Fuck, that tone she uses makes my knees weak.

“Oui, Maîtresse, I do.”

“Then taste him. He wants you to. Look at him, so ready to feel your mouth on him. He’s waited for decades for this, indulge him. You don’t need my approval.”

And he does and I am lost. That I can have him, her, both of them, either of them, all of them. The feel of his mouth on my sensitive head is enough to make me nearly collapse. Seeing him on his knees before me, wanting nothing more than to give me pleasure has me nearly cumming instantly.

This is everything I’ve ever wanted and now it’s happening and I still can’t believe it.

Steve is taking his time, his soft insistent tongue exploring every dip and ridge and and I’m trembling violently. It’s like he’s memorizing me, the feel of me, my scent, my sounds and reactions. Like I did with Melissa.

He looks undeniably beautiful. His mussed blonde hair all spiked in different directions from our hands, skin perfectly flushed pink in all the right places, mouth surrounding my cock as he stares up at me. His grip on my base hasn’t lessened. He keeps pumping, obviously doing to me what he knows feels good to him.

And GOD does it feel good. His tongue runs over my slit tasting the precum that gathered while we were in the kitchen and continues to flow. He lets out a moan at the flavor and I’m only moments from exploding.

“Steve…fuck..” my knees are buckling, “I’m gonna cum Steve, baby, so if you don’t want a mouthful you’re going to have to move.. Oh god..” my hands grip his hair and try to tug him backward, but he snarls possessivly and doesn’t let me back away. He keeps sucking and pumping and finally I release into his mouth, uttering a string of unintelligible words in Russian and English mixed with growls and grunts.

He swallows everything, though it takes him a bit, grinning widely, so proud of himself. I drop to my knees once he’s done, hungrily kissing him, tasting myself on his tongue. “Greedy boy, ain’t ya, jerk?” I murmur lowly as I finally pull back for a breath.

“You’re goddamn right I am, punk. I’ve waited too long for this, I’m not missing a single drop. You’re mine. Every bit of you.” And his hands are suddenly in my hair roughly pulling me into yet another fierce kiss.

We both turn and look at Melissa who has propped herself up against the pillows on her head board, merely watching the show. She’s tossed her robe on the floor somewhere because she’s gloriously laid bare, knees splayed, finger slowly strumming her delicately sensitive clit as she’s taking us in. Her teeth pressing into her bottom lip, a wicked little grin playing at the corner of her lips, she raises a single brow at us.

“You two… are going to be the death of me yet.” Giving a little whimper as she dips a finger inside her deliciously tight entrance then bringing it back to her clit slowly, she looks from me to Steve to me again, merely waiting. Watching. Studying.

It takes about two seconds for Steve and me to scramble up on the bed, both of us lunging for her like wolves stalking prey, burying her beneath kisses and nibbles and strokes and licks. She’s laughing madly beneath us between gasps of pleasure and surprise.

Steve and I each take a leg, spreading her open and begin to kiss slowly up, starting at her ankles, passing her calves, tickling the crooks of her knees with our lips. She’s shaking, the contact from the two of us perhaps overwhelming her.

“Now boys… be gentle with your old lady.” she manages to murmur as her fingers slide into our hair. She tugs at our strands hard before he and I meet at her core. My eyes lock with his and we both begin to feast on her, sharing her between us, kissing each other, then licking her, repeating this over and over before she starts pushing at our heads.

He and I pause our actions, peering up at her as she’s shuddering beneath us. “What’s wrong, Angel?”

She’s looking back and forth between us with a scowl. I’m starting to get worried. I look at Steve and he seems worried, too.

She puts her hands on her hips and intones in a low husky voice, “If one of you don’t fuck me right now I’m kicking you both out.”

MELISSA’S POV

I’m trying, but I can’t hold the frown. I start laughing and I pull Bucky toward me as Steve leans in to capture my lips in a deep, slow kiss. “You keep saying we’re gonna be the death of you, but I think it’s the other way ‘round, Maîtresse.”

I feel Bucky position himself between my legs, his already rock hard cock nudging my entrance gently before sliding all the way in, making me groan against Steve’s mouth which makes him kiss me even harder, my back arching up off the bed. “Fucking hell…”

My fingers tighten in Steve’s hair as Bucky starts the slow drag in and out, already moaning about how good I feel around him. Steve kisses a lazy path from my chin to my jaw to my neck and down my chest before capturing a taut nipple in his mouth, teeth scraping it gently as he tugs on the barbell there. His hand finds my other one and the stimulation is just… fucking incredible.

I feel his mouth suddenly disappear, Bucky having grabbed his hair and pulled him into a deep, heavy kiss. God, I love seeing them together.

I can feel Steve’s arm working his cock as they kiss, hearing Bucky grunt and groan into it as he plows into me. I watch them above me, and between my own moans and whimpers, I manage to get out, “Suck his cock, Sergeant.”

Bucky breaks the kiss to look down at me, teeth pressing into his lower lip. “He’s waited as long as you have. You want to, I know you do. Do it.” I raise my hands to trail down his belly, simply enjoying the feel of him being inside of me.

Suddenly, Bucky flips us around to where he’s on his back and I’m riding him. I reach behind him, propping his head and back up on the pillows against the headboard and Steve crawls over to us. He looks down at Bucky who’s wearing a huge smirk, “Get over here, jerk.”

He reaches out and grabs Steve by the ass, pulling him forward and instantly wrapping his lips around Steve’s swollen head. He growls against him with a particularly sharp buck of my hips, sliding him deeper inside of me.

I watch Steve’s head loll backwards at the initial contact, his hips jerking forward, Bucky’s name tumbling off his lips like a quiet prayer. His long fingers slide into the dark strands of Bucky’s hair, but he doesn’t tug. He just rests them there.

I start to move my hips again and I lean forward to press my lips against Bucky’s collarbone as he works Steve’s cock with that wickedly skillful tongue of his. I make little marks up and down his flesh, whispering what a good boy he is, how well he’s pleasuring Steve and me.

Each time I thrust against his hips he groans against Steve’s cock, and Steve is starting to tremble. “That’s it, come on my good boy, show Steve how much you want him, how much you need him. Look at how well you’re doing, he’s a wreck, Sergeant, and that’s all because of you.”

Bucky must be doing something right, because Steve is already warning him the same way Bucky warned Steve. Not to be outdone, Bucky digs his fingers into the flesh of Steve’s ass, holding him in place as Steve releases into his mouth, a babbling incoherent mess at the end.

He collapses beside Bucky, spent for the moment as Bucky works to swallow what Steve has given him.They’re kissing each other softly now, foreheads pressed together. I pick up the pace, renewed into the moment by what I just saw. Bucky gives a low growl and starts to pound up into me, sitting up to press me against his chest.

He attacks my neck, my shoulders with nibbles and kisses, then moves back a bit as Steve’s nudges him to get at my breasts, mouth latching to my nipple, fingers tugging on the other.

I toss my head back, lost in the pleasure when I feel Bucky’s metal hand slide down to my hip to guide me faster and his flesh hand snake between us to capture my little bundle of nerves. My whole body is trembling and I hear them, chanting for my release, mixed praises, each name for me, “Come on, Angel, let go for us…” “That’s it, Maîtresse, give us what we need, what we crave…”

I can feel it build, it’s right on the edge and finally the thread breaks as I cum around Bucky’s cock, white spots popping in my line of vision. I feel as if I’m floating, disconnected as my mouth tries to frame words and cannot. Something in French, intermingled with their names and a myriad of screams and whimpers, my nails digging into Bucky’s abdomen. His release is immediate once he feels me tighten, spilling into me all he has. “Holy shit, Melissa …. Oh fuck…”

They watch in awe as I come apart for them, one of Steve’s hands now cradling my head so I don’t fall backwards. I can feel his lips tenderly kissing the corner of my mouth while Bucky is licking along my jawline. My bones feel like jelly and I collapse forward onto Bucky’s chest, my head rolling onto Steve’s shoulder as they sit side by side.

“My god, my Angel. I have never seen anything more beautiful than that in my life.” Bucky’s brushing his thumb along my lower lip as he curls the backs of his knuckles against my cheek. Steve is running his fingers through my hair, cooing soft praises against the crown of my head. They lean their heads against each other’s as they cradle me, their faces matching masks of adoration.

I regain my breath, my power of speech and mumble, “Who’s going to be the death of whom?” I laugh softly, still feeling weightless in the strong arms of my two boys.

Exactly where I’m meant to be.

[ao3feed-buckybarnes]

Paper Moon

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2nOXjGe

by TheCountessAkasha

Bucky and Steve end up at a venue that has a 40s night and meet an OFC, Melissa Rose, who sings the songs from their era. They both are stunned by her, and start to vie for her affections.

Words: 4861, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Paper Moon

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Original Female Character(s), Avengers Team (MCU)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Original Female Character(s), Steve Rogers/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Smut, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Kissing, Self Confidence Issues, Drinking, Cussing, Fluff, Self realization, Dom/sub Undertones

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2nOXjGe

[anice-1]

I was tagged by the lovely @disneygeekgirl71 to post 10 songs from my library!

rules: put your music on shuffle and write down the first ten songs, then tag ten mutuals

1. Love Never Dies - Dear Old Friend (dude I never listen to this but I still have it for some reason... it’s a bad musical though)

2. In The Heights - Champagne

3. Hamilton - Schuyler defeated

4. Avenue Q - The Money Song

5. Elisabeth - die Maladie

6. Urinetown - Follow Your Heart

7. die Päpstin - Jahrmarkt in Saint Denis (TERRIBLE!)

8. Tanz der Vampie - Draußen ist Freiheit/die roten Stiefel

9. Elisabeth - schön, euch alle zu seh’n

10. Beauty and the Beast - was auch geschieht (no matter what)

Well. I DO have music that’s not a musical but ... yeah anyway. I hardly use my library anymore so most of my CDs aren’t even in it ... but there you hae a nice mixture between German and American and British musicals ;-)

I’m tagging @didthedevilturnup @secretly-buckybarnes @cinnamoncountess @sp0okymulders @teenagebixch @thecountessakasha @viperbranium

[ao3feed-mcufemslash]

Paper Moon

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2nOXjGe

by TheCountessAkasha

Bucky and Steve end up at a venue that has a 40s night and meet an OFC, Melissa Rose, who sings the songs from their era. They both are stunned by her, and start to vie for her affections.

Words: 4861, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Paper Moon

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Original Female Character(s), Avengers Team (MCU)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Original Female Character(s), Steve Rogers/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Smut, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Kissing, Self Confidence Issues, Drinking, Cussing, Fluff, Self realization, Dom/sub Undertones

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2nOXjGe

[sebuttianstans]

send me ur name and ill make u a playlist using the letters

@thecountessakasha

This is your playlist :)

M: My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark - Fall Out Boy

E: Every Morning - Sugar Ray

L: Lay Me Down - Sam Smith

I: Iris - Goo Goo Dolls

S: She Will Be Loved - Maroon 5

S: Strange and Beautiful (I'll Put a Spell On You) - Aqualung

A: A Modern Myth - 30 Seconds To Mars

WANT ONE?

[evanstandefensesquad-blog]

Paper Moon Part 16

MB - @thecountessakasha - back again. I hope you’re ready for Part 16! There’s no smut, it’s literally all fluff, so apologies in advance.

I’m going to tag a couple people who I’ve told about this and my really special love who keeps betaing this for me @evansscruff - thank you, darling.

A/N: Bucky and Steve end up at a venue that has a 40s night and meet an OFC, Melissa Rose, a singer in a local club. They both are smitten by her, and start to vie for her affections. They end up finding out more about themselves in the process.

This honestly started out as maybe a one shot but as I got going, I decided it’ll be chapters. How many? No frigging idea. This is my absolute first time writing a fic of any sort and yes I did base the OFC on myself. I hope y'all enjoy.

Word count: 4100+ because I am a wordy bitch.

Warnings: FLUFF to the Goddamn max. Gonna rot your teeth. Panic attack. Oh, and cussing. Like always.

STEVE’S POV

Holy shit, I am so nervous. OK. OK, Steve. Calm down. It’s your birthday, it’s your party. It’ll be fine.

I’m pacing around my bedroom, wringing my hands. Tonight’s the night I tell Melissa and Bucky about what I’ve gotten for them. I love them. They love me. So why am I on pins and needles? I just want them to be happy. But this is huge. The three of us living together.

We practically do anyway. Whenever I’m not out on missions, I’m there with them at the apartment. I don’t think there’s been a night Bucky’s spent at the tower since the fateful day we took the big leap into this relationship.

Tony wanted a lavish affair tonight, so I’m in my blue tuxedo. As I finish with the buttons on my shirt, I feel my nervous tics start up: pacing. Brushing my hair to the side. Overthinking.

Neither Melissa nor Bucky are here. They’re both at her place, getting ready. She asked me to come over after I was done so that she could spend a little time with only us before the big shindig.

Grabbing the gift Bucky and I have for her and the one that I have for the pair, I head out to the elevator practically running over Natasha in the process and dropping the packages she had beautifully wrapped for us.

“Damn, I’m sorry Nat,” I mutter bending down to pick them up. She’s just standing there laughing at me.

“Jesus, Rogers. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this nervous. Not even on your first date out of the ice.”

The boxes tremble in my hands. “Nat, this is a big deal. What if they say no? Well, I mean, Bucky probably won’t, but Melissa might. It was so hard on us, on her especially, when everything became public. What if she decides that this step is a step too far? That it’s all too much for her? I don’t think I can handle that kind of rejection.” I drop my eyes to the packages that I’m trying desperately not to crush in my large hands as my nerves begin to get the better of me.

Nat watches me, gauging her words carefully. She places a hand on my wrist, her voice soft. “Steve. It’s going to be fine. She loves you. She loves Bucky. She loves you both so deeply it’s honestly awe inspiring. I’ve never seen a woman with more capacity to love than her. You know she would do anything for you, right? For both of you. For either of you. She’s sacrificed so much to take a chance on a scary thing just to experience the love that you give back to her. To experience more love than she’s ever had in her entire life. Trust in that. Trust in the love you three share. You’ve got no reason to doubt her. She’s stuck with you this far. She’s not going anywhere.”

My eyes fill with tears at her words. I quickly swipe the cresting drops away from my face and nod. “You’re right. You’re right. It’s going to be fine. It’s going to be perfect.”

“Of course it is, old man.” The redhead’s hand smacks me on the shoulder as she laughs. “You’d better get going if you’re gonna head over there before the party starts.”

I give her a quick hug, “Thanks, Nat. And thanks for being such a good friend to her. She really loves you.”

“And I love her. And if you hurt her, either of you, I’ll hurt you.” She winks and disappears.

Damn, she’s scary when she wants to be. I love how protective she is of Melissa, though. It puts me at ease. If Bucky or I can’t be around, Melissa will be well looked after.

I gather myself, grab my jacket, tuck the boxes under my arm and head out of the tower on the way to Melissa’s place. With a spring in my step I reach the club, using my keys to slip in the front door. The owner is there, taking inventory behind the bar and he calls out to me. “Hey there Captain Rogers. Happy birthday! Thanks for the invite to the party tonight. I’ve always wanted to see the place.” He chuckles nervously and I reach out to shake his hand.

“It was absolutely no trouble. You’ve been wonderful to Melissa, wonderful to us. You’re more than welcome anytime, Johnny.” I give him a little salute as I head upstairs and he relaxes a little and gets back to his counting.

I reach the top step and make my way into the apartment. Tossing my keys into the bowl set upon the table by the door, I yell, “Honeys, I’m hooooooome!”

There’s a groan from the kitchen, and I turn to see Melissa rolling her eyes at me. “You are such a dork, Steven.” She shakes her head as she walks over to meet me.

As I take in the vision before me, I’m overcome. “My god you look incredible, Maîtresse.” She’s wearing a dress I’ve never seen-a dazzling, shimmering red floor length piece, tight around the bosom, dipping low in front and hugging her curves before flaring out at the hem. There’s a long slit up her right thigh, and the straps of the dress are thin spaghetti style. It shimmers in the light. She’s a little taller tonight because of the silver, strappy heels she’s wearing.

She stops and twirls around, her dark silver laced waves bouncing around her shoulders, “You really think so? It’s not too much? I don’t want to take any attention away from you, lover. It’s your party, after all.” She gives a small scoff, rolling her eyes.

I reach out for her hands, pulling her to me. I slide my fingers up her arms and over her shoulders, tracing the lines of her tattoos, fingertips sliding up her neck. She gives a soft moan at my touch, and I lean down to brush my lips against her jaw, “Oh, Melissa. When will you learn that you deserve the spotlight that you’re made for it?”

Her breath hitches as she melts at my words. She pulls me into a deep, lingering kiss, as her hands slide up and into the hair at the back of my neck. We’re getting lost in each other when we hear a voice. “Oh ho, starting without me, are we?”

Melissa and I giggle, smiling against each others mouths, and leave little soft kisses behind. She turns to look at the source of the voice. “Now, now, baby boy. Don’t get your boxers in a twist.”

Bucky looks devastatingly handsome in his black tux. He’s let his hair grow back out because Melissa likes it longer and it’s pulled back in a loose ponytail. There’s a smirk plastered on his face and he walks over to the pair of us with his characteristic swagger, “Then maybe you two should give me a kiss so’s I don’t feel left out.”

She snorts softly and pulls him down to her mouth roughly, claiming him with a searing kiss before releasing him so I can do the same. As he and I swirl our tongues around each other’s she murmurs, “Happy now, beloved?”

Bucky hums softly against my lips and nods, “Oh yeah. Definitely.”

She smacks him on the ass, which surprises him and causes him to yelp. “Now behave, brat. It’s Steve’s day.”

He rubs a hand over the cheek she swatted with a pout on his lips. “Yes ma'am.”

Melissa grabs my hand and Bucky’s metal one and tugs us over toward the living room. “Alright boys. Enough playing around. We don’t have a lot of time before we need to head to the tower and I have something I want to give the both of you.”

Bucky and I look at each other with matching surprised expressions as we sit down on the sofa together.

She disappears down the hall toward the bedroom. “Melissa. It’s Steve’s birthday, why did you get me something?” Bucky calls after her.

“Hush yer mouth, baby boy. You deserve a present, too.” she intones as she re-emerges holding two small boxes, one red and one blue.

Her small hands thrust the boxes at us, Bucky receiving the red one as I get the blue. She’s staring at us, wide eyed, looking nervous as she chews on her bottom lip. “Well, go on. Open ‘em up.”

We tear into the small packages then open the boxes. Inside each is a bracelet, small, made of what looks to be titanium. The one in Bucky’s box is black. Mine is brushed silver. Simple, yet very lovely. Next to each one, nestled in the cotton padding is a tiny screwdriver.

“I know neither of you are big on jewelry. But I really wanted to get you both something that you could keep with you. I wanted something small so that you could wear it with your uniforms and such. And I thought rings were too presumptive.” Melissa’s face colors brightly and she looks away from us.

She clears her throat, “So, I thought these would work. They’re low profile and being titanium they’ll hold up to wear and tear.” Her brows knit and she pauses a moment before continuing, “They’re also symbolic. Of me claiming the two of you as my own.”

We look at each other then back to her, smiles gracing both of our faces. “Beloved, I’m honored. Truth be told you, claimed me the night we met. I love you with all that I am.” Bucky holds the bracelet out to her with the screwdriver. “Please, Angel. I’m yours.”

Her small fingers shake as she opens the bracelet, then turns it to show him. “I’ve had them engraved. Bucky, you’re the light in the dark. You bring my nights back from the brink. You’re My Moon. Yours says Ma Lune.” She slides the small piece of metal around his right wrist and closes the latch by tightening the screw. Once she’s done, she kisses the palm of his hand.

“Steve, you are the brightest star I’ve ever known. You give your life and warmth to all those around you. You make me bloom. You’re My Sun. Yours says Mon Soleil.” With her fingers still shaking, she repeats the actions with my right wrist, sealing it with a kiss on my palm.

I cup her cheek and brush my thumb across the bone, “Maîtresse, I’ve been yours from the first night we spent together running the streets of the city without a care in the world. I fell so hard for you that night, I knew I could never look back. I love you more than life.” I pull her into my lap, kissing her hotly.

Bucky slides in next to us and starts kissing her shoulder. Melissa laughs softly against my mouth as his lips tickle her skin. “Now, now boys. We can’t be late for the party.”

He and I both groan in resignation, knowing she’s right. Besides, we still have to give her our present. “Fine, fine, doll. But Bucky and I have a gift for you as well.”

Her mouth drops open and she shakes her head, “You shouldn’t have gotten me anything, mes amours. I don’t need anything other than you two.”

I slide her off my lap and plop her onto Bucky’s so I can get up and grab the boxes I brought with me. His brows knit seeing two instead of one and I grin broadly at him.

The bigger one wrapped in matte black paper I set on the table. Handing her the long slender box wrapped in beautiful silver paper, I nod to her, “This is from me and Buck. We really hope you like it.”

BUCKY’S POV

I’m grinning from ear to ear as she holds the gift in her hand. She keeps shaking her head, “You boys really shouldn’t have gotten me anything. This is Steve’s special day, not mine.”

“Sugar, you got me a present today, too. So you’re not playing by the rules either.” I click my tongue at her.

She rolls her eyes as Steve laughs, “Alright fine!” Her fingers tear at the paper and when she reaches the box she opens it slowly, as if it contained something that might jump out and bite her. Finally she opens the box and gasps, her eyes meeting mine then Steve’s.

Melissa’s voice comes out nearly a whisper, “Oh my god, boys. This is… wow.” Her small fingers pluck the pretty, delicate chain and the dog tags out of the pile of cotton. “Are these…?”

“The originals? Oh yes. But we did have them plated in platinum so they would be more durable, and let’s be honest, prettier.” Steve is rubbing her arm lovingly as we watch tears gather in her eyes.

“This is so thoughtful and special. I am… I can’t believe you would give these to me.” The tears break through her lashes and drop onto her cheeks.

I reach out and brush them away. “Don’t cry, Angel. We thought it would make you happy. You understand what they mean more than anyone else would. How special it would be for you to wear one of each of ours. I already wear one of his and he wears one of mine. Now you get the other half. As it should be.”

She’s trembling as she unclasps the chain and lets Steve put it around her neck and refasten it for her. Once on, they rest just above her glorious breasts. Of course I noticed that. I’m old, not dead. And have you seen her? Jesus…

“My cup runneth over…” Melissa flings her arms around my neck, kissing me messily, full of the love she constantly shows us. She shifts on my lap to pull Steve into the same kind of kiss. She’s still choking back little sobs of happy tears when Steve pulls away.

“Since we’re doing the gift giving now, I have something else.” He reaches over to grab the other package he brought. “This is for the both of you.”

She and I turn to each other and she gestures for me to open it. I tear the paper off revealing a thin black box. Opening it, I see one of Steve’s sketchbooks. I immediately look up at him and he’s blushing brightly, “I… I’ve been drawing you two. That book is full of nothing but you and Melissa. Together and separately.”

Melissa takes the book out of the box and starts to flip through it. “Oh, Steven. These are beautiful.” She runs her fingers over a drawing of me, lounging on the sofa, and giggles. “Your natural habitat, baby boy.”

“Ha, ha. Very funny.” I roll my eyes and turn a couple pages. Here I see Melissa and myself in our little park, hidden from the world by our hoodies and baggy clothes and sunglasses. “Stevie, these are perfect. God, you are so talented. If you ever give up the shield you can open your own gallery. Speaking of which….” I glance at Melissa and she nods. I lift her up off of my lap and set her back on her feet while I go get the huge basket we’ve put together for him.

Steve’s eyes widen when he sees me come back in. “What did you two do?” Grinning, I set the basket down on the coffee table in front of him.

“Well, the first thing we did is clear out that far corner of the living room.” Steve’s eyes follow Melissa’s finger as she points over to the far side of the room. “You need a studio, so this is the best we could do for now. That’s your space. And to fill it, we got all these supplies for you.”

I pick up the basket once more and shove it at him. He’s stunned silent. I hear Melissa start to giggle softly as he finally takes it from me. “You two…” He shakes his head and starts to dig through the goodies. “You’re too good to me.”

“Steve, you deserve this and more. So much more.” I snatch the card out of the basket and slide it into his hand as I kiss the back of his neck. “This is from me, with a little help from Natalia and Tony.”

He opens the envelope and removes the card. Inside are the special tickets Natalia had printed up, and as he reads them over he gasps softly.

“Bucky, Oh my god. This is amazing!” He leans over and shows them to Melissa who whispers, “Wow.”

“It’s tomorrow night. Tony says even if a mission comes up, you’re off.” I’m beaming at him as he closes the gap between us, pulling me into his arms, wrapping me up tightly. We hug, just enjoying the feeling of each other as Melissa watches, her teeth pressed into her lower lip as the corners of her mouth curl into a soft smile.

Steve moves his hands to cup my jaw, “I can’t think of a better way to spend an evening than in the Museum of Modern Art with the two people I love more than life. Thank you, Buck.”

MELISSA’S POV

I cannot even express the joy and love I feel in this moment. Who knew I could ever be this happy? I certainly never believed I deserved it. But they’ve proven me wrong. And the continue to do so every day.

As Steve pulls away from Bucky he grabs my hand in his. He looks as if he wants to say something, but scared to do so.

“Steven, lover, what’s wrong?” I brush my thumb across the back of his hand watching his expression. He’s obviously fighting with himself in his head. My eyes shift to Bucky’s and I raise my shoulders a little as we exchange confused glances.

Steve clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck- a sign that he’s nervous. His cheeks color and he stammers out, “Guys, I… I’m real grateful you did all of this, working to provide me a makeshift studio here so that I could be with you more.”

“It was nothing, Steve. I wish we could have done more. I wish there was another room here, you could have it for your own.” I raise his hand to my cheek, letting him form his palm to it as I nuzzle into his touch. My fingers trace delicately on his wrist.

Bucky chuffs out, “Yeah, babe. We want you to be comfortable when you’re drawing, creating. To have everything here, organized so you can easily find what you need. We know how happy it makes you. We just wanted to facilitate that.”

He’s starting to pace now, pulling away from us both and shoves his hands in his pants pockets. I hear a jingle, like keys, and if I hear it I know Bucky does, too.

“Honey lamb, what is it? What’s wrong?” I watch Steve closely and his actions are starting to make me nervous. I move over to him placing my hands on his chest to stop his movements. “Spit it out, Steven.” My voice comes out a bit lower and more stern than I intended it to, but he needs the firmness.

He looks at me, beautiful blue eyes swimming with adoration. “I love you, Melissa. I love you and Bucky more than I have ever loved anyone or anything in this world. I want nothing more than to live the rest of my life making the both of you happy.”

“We love you, too, babe. So much. More than life.” Bucky reaches out and takes one of Steve’s hands in his. Steve’s other hand reaches into his pocket pulling out two little shield shaped key chains, two keys dangling from each one. He places one in my hand and one in Bucky’s.

I’m gawking wide eyed at the one in my hand, Bucky’s doing the same. After a moment we look at each other then gaze at Steve waiting for his explanation.

He laughs softly, awkwardly before finally taking a deep breath and releasing it in words. “IkindasortaboughtusabrownstoneinBrooklyn…”

“Wait. What the fuck did you just say?” I look at the keys in my hand and jingle them a little. The noise seems to wake him slightly and he sighs.

“I bought us a brownstone. A whole brownstone. I’ve had it renovated into a single dwelling. It’s in Brooklyn. It’s for the three of us to make a life in.” Steve sinks onto the sofa, his nerves getting the better of him. He watches us stand there, gaping like fish.

Bucky is the first to speak. “Stevie. Wow.” He immediately moves to Steve’s side and sits beside him. Bucky pulls Steve’s chin and makes him turn his head. “Baby, that’s incredible. I couldn’t be happier than I am right now.” He leans in and captures Steve’s lips with his own with a soft, precious kiss.

I’m nervously shifting from foot to foot as I stay rooted in place, still in shock. I keep fingering the keys in my hand and finally the boys realize I’ve not said anything.

“Doll? Are you alright?” Steve’s brows are pressed together in concern. His voice lowers, nearly shifting to Captain mode. “Melissa.” His voice cracks. “Say something. Please.”

Bucky reaches out for me, gesturing for me to come over. But I can’t. I can’t seem to move. Something’s wrong. My head… my chest. He’s instantly on his feet and so is Steve. My two giant bookends.

Bucky know. He knows. The panic attack is on me. Steve realizes it now, and they both stand coming over to me. I start panting and the hand with the keys goes to my chest. Bucky leans down and starts to murmur softly, “Angel. Take my hands.”

I hear him, I do. But it’s like a buzzing in my ears. He brings his hands to my arms and slowly runs them down the length before grasping my hands in his. Focus on his hands. Bucky’s hands. I grip them tight, squishing the keys between my flesh and his metal. They stab me and that brings me around to the present. My eyes snap to his, wide, and he’s grinning. “There she is. Hi, babydoll.”

He scoops me up and sits back on the sofa with me in his lap. In a flash, Steve is there beside us. His hands tentatively stroke my shoulders and when I moan a little he seems to relax and massage them in earnest. “You scared us, love.” Bucky’s hands find purchase on my hips.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I don’t know why your gift, your huge, incredible gift set me off. I guess maybe…” I shake my head and close my eyes before I stammer, “I.. I d-don’t deserve you.”

Steves hands move to my cheeks and he pulls my gaze to his, “You deserve the world for how you’ve grounded me, made me happy, given me a life, a real life. But for now, a brownstone in Brooklyn where the three of us can be together is going to have to suffice.” He leans in and kisses the tip of my nose. “The world will come, Madame Rose. I’ll make sure of it.”

I giggle at the kiss and Bucky’s hands squeeze my hips, “Guys, we’ve got to get this show on the road. We can’t have the birthday boy be late for his own party.”

Steve and I snort together and l lean back to kiss Bucky’s lips before rising from his lap. He groans at the loss of contact for a second and I laugh, “You’ll have me in your lap again soon enough, babyboy. We’ll need to properly celebrate The Captain’s birthday later tonight, after all.”

I feel Steve’s hands grab my waist yanking me to where he’s still seated and I stand between his legs looking down on him. He’s grinning like an idiot, that Goddamn big goofy smile he wears when he’s happy beyond words. “God I love you, Melissa.”

My small hands cup his jaw as I press a soft, sweet kiss to his perfect, plump mouth. “I love you, too, Steven.” my hand shoots out, grabbing Bucky by his collar and pulling him to me before placing my lips against his, “And you, James. I love you, too.”

They both rise now and I straighten my dress, mess with my hair in the mirror above the entry table, open my clutch and drop the keys to the brownstone and the apartment inside. They meet me at the door as I’m opening it and suddenly I feel a smack on both my ass cheeks. I yelp, “What the-!” They’re both laughing as they shuffle me out the door.

The death of me.

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Paper Moon Part 9

MB - @thecountessakasha - here, with Part 9! If you’ve been reading this series, I am so, so, so super sorry this has taken soooo long. Since I have a new job and come home everyday exhausted beyond measure, it’s taken me much longer to get this part together. Good news is, it’s finally here!

I’m going to tag a couple people who I’ve told about this and my really special love who keeps betaing this for me @evansscruff - thank you, darling.

A/N: Bucky and Steve end up at a venue that has a 40s night and meet an OFC, Melissa Rose, a singer in a local club. They both are stunned by her, and start to vie for her affections. They end up finding out more about themselves in the process.

This honestly started out as maybe a one shot but as I got going, I decided it’ll be chapters. How many? No frigging idea. This is my absolute first time writing a fic of any sort and yes I did base the OFC on myself. I hope y'all enjoy.

Word count: 4400+ because I am a wordy bitch.

Warnings: A little angst. DETAILED SUPER SMUT. Possible fluff, depending on your view of things.

STEVE’S POV

Natasha and I arrive back at the tower the next afternoon, no worse for wear, after gathering the information Stark and Fury were looking for.

I was so eager to see her that I messaged Melissa on the way home, asking if it were alright to come by her place when I got back. She readily agreed. After debriefing, I head straight to my room, showering and changing into civvies. I poke around the tower looking for Bucky, but not finding him I head over to the club. I can always talk to him later.

The owner lets me in, and I climb the stairs to Melissa’s place, rapping on the door quickly. When it opens she beams brightly at me, “Hey, Steve. Come on in.”

As soon as I see her, as soon as I’m in her presence, I feel better. How does she do that? She reaches for my hand, leading me inside. Why does her touch electrify me? She’s wearing yoga pants, thick socks, and a thin shirt that hangs off one shoulder offering me a peek at tattoo on her shoulder blade and the beginning of one down her back. Such simple things to wear, and she looks amazing.

“Can I get you a drink, darlin’?” She moves to her little kitchen and I follow in behind her, leaning over her exposed shoulder.

“No, doll,” I whisper, my lips brushing her soft flesh after sliding her dark waves out of the way. I watch the goosebumps spread out over her neck, shoulders, and arms, causing me to grin against her skin. How does she always smell so good?

“Did you miss me, Captain?” She gives a little giggle, turning to face me.

I cup her face in my hands, smiling down at her. “You have no idea.” Moving in, I brush my lips against hers and she lets out the softest sigh I’ve ever heard.

Her arms immediately wrap around my neck, fingers sliding into my hair to press me closer, kissing me hard. She tastes like cloves, cinnamon, and rum, I note. I pull her to me, the kiss making me lose my breath. Her tongue explores my mouth, mine doing the same with hers eagerly.

Once again, she stops suddenly. “Steve. I don’t want to hide anything from you. We can’t start this way. I need to tell you that Bucky was here a couple nights ago,” she meets my gaze, brows knitting as she bites her bottom lip. “And he stayed the night. Now, I know that you know this already, but I also want it to come from me.”

My arms keep her pressed tightly to me, and I can feel her heart beating rapidly. Fingers brushing her cheek, I tuck a stray lock of that gorgeous silver laced dark hair behind her ear. “Melissa. It’s ok. I promise I don’t mind. I have no right to make you choose and I’m not going to do so now.”

I slide my hand behind her neck and use my thumb to tilt her chin up, pressing my nose to her jawline, “I just needed to see you. I… I need you. I want you. It’s all I’ve been thinking of since I saw you last, since I kissed you.” I breathe in deeply, committing her scent to memory as I let it wash over me.

A small moan comes from her as she feels my breath tickle her neck when I speak. Her fingers tighten in my hair and she tugs, sending a jolt straight to my groin, immediately waking my hardness. “Alright cher, I just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page.”

Grunting at her response, her accent, her roughness touches something deep within me. Picking her up and setting her on the kitchen island, I quickly slide between her legs. Our kisses becoming hungry, needy, wild. My fingers tangle in her hair and she’s tugging the hem of my shirt, working to get it over my head.

I pull it off, breaking the kiss a moment and after tossing the garment somewhere in the room, my hands move quickly to slide under her loose shirt. I groan loudly when I realize she’s wearing nothing under it. Fingers seek her nipples and I feel something that makes me pause.

She giggles, and my GOD what a sound. “My old men,” she chides, shaking her head obviously amused. She flings off her shirt and I see them. Two tiny pieces of metal decorating her precious pink buds.

With a growl, I move in to run my tongue over them, first one, then the other. Teeth tugging the metal, grazing over the flesh. She cries out, back arching, causing her chest to press against my mouth. “You’re unbelievable, doll…” my hand playing with the other one, giving it equal attention.

“Oh.. Steve…” She’s biting down so hard on her lower lip that she may draw blood. Her hips start bucking against me and I can feel her heat and need on my belly through the thin fabric that serves as her pants. With my mouth still latched to her, I’m working to remove the barrier between us.

My hands are yanking the waist down and she lifts up her luscious ass allowing me to lay her bare. God, she’s soaking already. She’s moaning and whimpering and I swear I’ve never heard sweeter sounds.

I move down her midsection kissing her tattoo there as I go and she seems embarrassed. I can see she’s struggling with being so exposed to me. Her arms start to slide over her belly and I shake my head against her, murmuring softly on her skin, “No. No hiding from me. You are… so beautiful.” I pause, eyes flickering up to hers, “Every part of you.”

A deep sigh emanates from her and she nods. She slides her fingers into my blonde locks tugging roughly, making me hiss with pleasure. I let my breath fan over her, my lips ghosting just above where I want to be. Ever so gently I dip my tongue into her folds, right at her little bundle of nerves with a kitten lick. Just one, single, tiny brush with the tip.

She gasps, “Mais! Envie plus!” her hips immediately jerk up off the counter and I savor the little taste as I plant little kisses trailing up and down her inner thighs. I knew she would taste good. Somehow I just knew.

“Mmmm. Is my good little Captain a tease?” she taunts, squirming under my hands which pin her to the island.

My knees weaken at her tone, her way of addressing me. It’s clouding my mind and I lunge forward, burying my face in her folds. My nose nudges her clit as I press my tongue into her, sliding it into her entrance.

She’s panting, letting out these little whimpers and whines as she’s moving her hips closer to get more of me. I hear my name intermixed with French exclamations, and it makes me grin against her. It’s perfect, she’s perfect. Her fingers tug and pull roughly at my hair, making me work harder.

Growling deep in my chest, I push her thick thighs back further with my shoulders as I lick and suck and nibble at her, each action eliciting a buck of her hips against my mouth. My hands reach up, palming her soft breasts and playing with the little pieces of metal.

I cannot get enough of her. Sliding my right hand down her tattooed chest and belly, I move my tongue to her tiny, sensitive bud, working it in tight little circles and slip two fingers into her dripping entrance. With a ‘come hither’ motion I find that glorious magic spot. All it takes is a few swipes and she’s screaming my name over and over. Her hips leave the kitchen bar altogether, her whole body shaking violently, nails digging into my scalp.

Moaning her name as she comes undone for me, I push on, working her through her high. “C'est assez, Steven!” she finally cries out in a spent whimper, and I relent but not before cleaning her of every drop with a small laugh.

“You’re killing me with the French, amoureux,” I grin up at her, licking my fingers clean. “Though it’s a bit different than what I learned way back.”

She brings her hands to her face shaking her head, cheeks reddening. Finally she laughs, reaching for me. I pull her back to sitting and she seeks my mouth to run her tongue along my lips, clearly reveling in the taste of herself on my skin before kissing me forcefully.

With a happy sigh, she moves to slide her lips along my jaw, nibbling as she goes, “I can’t help it, sometimes it just comes out.” Each little graze of her teeth sending a jolt down my spine. Her arms link around my neck and I gently pick her up, placing her back on her feet.

“Come on, mon bon petit Capitaine. I’ve got more talents than just singing and randomly speaking in French to show you,” and she takes my hand, tugging me toward her bedroom.

BUCKY’S POV

It’s been ages since I could walk around the city feeling light on my feet. There’s something about what’s happened over the past few days that makes me feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. A song keeps running through my head, just a single line from one she performed that fateful night. “It’s been a long, long time coming, but I know a change is gonna come.”

How does she do it? How in the hell does she make me feel this way? About her? About Steve? How does she make me feel comfortable with myself? Comfortable in my skin in a way I’ve never, ever felt?

Breakfast out with her yesterday was great. I questioned her about everything. Her youth, her home, her whole life. Her answers came with no hesitation and downright eagerness to share herself with me. She bounced questions right back at me, the conversation so easy and we finally had to cut it off, otherwise we’d have been in the greasy spoon all damn day.

I had walked her back to the club so she could rest up for her show that evening, and it was so hard to leave. I wish I could have stayed and watched her show again. But I needed time to myself. There were things I needed to work out in my head before I saw Steve.

I spent the rest of that evening and most of the night going over everything I was going to say to him. I actually slept well, too. Which I’d only really done recently when I was in Melissa’s bed.

Texting Natasha after my run this morning, she said they would be back that afternoon. Perfect.

A big smile overtakes my features and I shake my head. I should get something for Melissa. Of course every time she comes to mind, my heart flutters and I lose my train of thought. Come on, James. Get your shit together. You’re acting like you’ve never been taken by a woman before. Like you’ve never dated.

She’s just so…different. I can’t believe I told her about Steve. I can’t believe that the fact that she’s dating Steve doesn’t bother me. It actually makes everything about her, about him BETTER. It’s not like we’re competing. It feels more like it’s a complete picture.

That is something I never thought I could have. I never DREAMED I could have. After everything that’s happened to me, to him. All that we’ve been through. Our futures will never be like we once imagined.

The whole ‘settling down and having a family’ thing just isn’t for us. It’s not compatible with our lives anymore. And the things I’ve thought about since coming back from the dead, as I like to call it, I just didn’t think I deserved.

I am still having a hard time believing I’m worth anything. Much less worth love. That I deserve it after all I’ve done. But she makes me feel like I am. She makes me feel like I can have what I want. What I think I need. What would make me complete.

And what is that exactly? You know what it is, James. It’s you and Steve and a woman you both love, who loves you both. Not to have a family with. To BE a family with. One unit. Together. Yes, it’s unconventional. Yes, it’ll probably be judged harshly. But our lives are unconventional. Our lives are not normal in any way.

And I know what it feels like to be judged harshly. So does Melissa, knowing her like I do now, what she’s been through, what she told me of her life. She’s strong. I’m strong. Steve is strong. I hope he’s strong enough to make this work with us. I know he’d be happier. And that’s what I want above all. For both of them to be happy.

I take my time walking back, enjoying the sights and sounds of the city like never before, really seeing the humanity around me, feeling it.

With a new spring in my step, I arrive at the tower grinning from ear to ear. As I step out of the elevator into the communal area, Wanda spies me. She pauses on her way in, one eyebrow cocked as she takes me in.

“Bucky?” she calls out.

I nod, still grinning, “Hey, Wanda. What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing. You just…,” pausing, she tilts her head at me, smiling softly. “You seem really happy right now. Happier than I’ve ever felt. It’s radiating off of you. It just… it feels great.”

“I feel amazing. Like a weight has been lifted from me,” offering her a big, genuine smile. “Say, you haven’t seen Steve or Natalia, have you?”

She hooks a thumb toward the kitchen, “Nat’s in there. Steve I think went to pay someone a visit,” she finishes with a little chuckle.

I match her chuckle, “I got you. Thanks, hon.” Winking, I head into the kitchen.

“Наталья! Вы здесь?” I call out, loudly, looking around the kitchen.

Red waves pop up from behind the kitchen island, “Да, Барнс. Что происходит?” Upon seeing my expression, she narrows her eyes, pointing her finger at my face, making a little circle, “What’s all THAT about?”

Laughing at her gesture, I shrug my shoulders, “Oh. Nothing. Nothing at all.” I whistle innocently, then snort.

“You’re an idiot,” she rolls her eyes. “I take it you’ve come to some realizations?” She’s already bending back down, digging through the cabinet.

Leaning on the island, “Uh huh. Steve go to see Melissa?”

“Yep.” Pulling out the pots and pans she was apparently hunting and setting them on the counter, “So, you finally understand the reason you’ve not been able to find a woman you could settle down with is because you needed one who would be ok with you AND Steve. Together.”

Not a question. A statement.

“How the fuck…?”

She rolls her eyes muttering, “Jesus Christ, it’s like none of you realize I see everything. Does everyone here forget that I’m a super spy?”

“I just never thought myself that transparent, I guess,” I reply running my fingers through my hair. “Alright, since you know what I want, what are your thoughts?”

“Well, obviously I think it’s fantastic. And that it fits both of you perfectly,” she calls out digging around in the fridge. “And from what I get about Melissa, from Steve AND you, she is the piece you’ve both been missing.”

What had hit me like a bolt of lightning as I knelt before Melissa in her tiny dressing room, my head in her lap seemed like such an easy thing for Natasha to see and understand. Damn, she’s good.

I’m still gaping at her when she adds, “And you should tell him as soon as he gets back from her place because I’m fairly certain that you two are going to want to be talking about the same thing,” she whistles innocently this time. “Of course, it might take some convincing on her part. Or not. I’ve not met her yet, so I don’t know,” her knife chopping away at some veggie or another.

She pauses. “You know, you’re going to have to introduce her to the rest of us, right? And explain everything? You know how we are,” she adds pointedly, waving her knife around.

“I’m aware,” I grumble, rolling my eyes as I walk toward the elevator to head back to my room.

MELISSA’S POV

I’m leading Captain America to my bedroom. I just had Captain America give me an incredible orgasm on my kitchen island because, and I quote, I’m “all he’s been thinking about since he saw me last.”

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

Ok, just roll with it. You have two gorgeous super soldiers who want you and you want them and what in the fuck do you even have to offer them? Either of them…? And how the FUCK is this going to even work? Bucky wants this to work. He wants this. You want it, too. Does Steve? Have they even talked?

No, no. Don’t think that way, don’t think about it yet, just roll with it, Melissa. Just roll.

Tugging Steve’s hand down the hallway, he follows me like an obedient puppy. I can see the stress and tension obviously through his perfectly fitted Levi’s.

Fuck, he is gorgeous. So is my beloved Bucky, but they’re so different from each other in the most wonderful ways. How did I get so, so lucky?

When we reach my bedroom, he spins me around sliding his fingers into my hair capturing my lips in a deep, needy kiss. I marvel at the heat radiating off him, my nails scratching down his perfectly sculpted chest leaving red trails behind making him shudder.

I sit myself down on the foot of the bed, leaving him standing before me, shirtless. Fingers finding his button fly, I’m nibbling at his gorgeously formed ‘v’ while I peer up into his blue eyes, which are so different than the other set I’ve been seeing lately, I note.

The look of complete and total adoration on his face as he’s watching me, my movements, roaming over my body, knocks me breathless.

I work quicker, feeling his fingers trailing through my hair and tear his jeans down along with his boxers. When his cock springs free, I gasp and immediately I’m wrapping my lips around his already leaking head.

His hips lurch forward, and he’s grunting, fingers tightening in my hair, “Oh god, Melissa.” I can feel he wants to thrust, so I pull back, admonishing, “Non, non, mon bon petit Capitaine. I’m in control here. No pushing. No pulling. You’re in my world now.” I smack his ass with a quick, sharp whack to emphasize my point.

“Oui, Maîtresse!” he yelps immediately, hissing softly at the sting.

Humming my approval, I continue with my exploration, running my tongue under his cock slowly, feeling every dip and ridge and that delicious thick vein. He’s slowly coming undone above me, fighting against every urge he’s ever had to keep his hands still, his hips still. I can see it in his face.

All those girls he’s been with, amateurs. No one has ever given him guidance, discipline. Well, he’s going to get some now.

I wrap my hand around his base and start pumping him slowly, grinning, listening to his intoxicating moans and pleas. He hasn’t taken his eyes off me, clocking my every movement.

I’m watching him, too. Studying, learning. As I’m pumping, I wrap my lips around the plump, swollen head, sucking and licking ever so gently. He’s starting to beg now, his thighs trembling, “Maîtresse, s'il vous plaît… if you don’t stop, I’m going to cum…”

Laughing lowly, I pull my mouth off of him but I don’t stop the slow pumping motion, “Is that so, mon bon petit Capitaine? Maybe I want you to. Or maybe, just maybe, I want to leave you right on the edge watching you come apart, begging me for release…”

And with that, I take my hand from away, listening to his deep, low whine. His whole body trembles as he stands there, hands fisted, jeans around his ankles. Eyes glazing with lust and need, pupils blown wide as he’s staring at me. Blonde hair disheveled, cheeks reddened, lips so delectably swollen. Mon Dieu, he looks so beautifully wrecked. I’ll let him off easy this time.

“Captain…” I slide back on the bed, grinning widely, “Tell me what you want.”

He gasps softly, “I want to please you, Maîtresse. I want to bury myself so deep within you that I forget my name. I want to feel you around me, I want to make you cum and scream for me. God, I just… I need to, I want to please you.”

He’s being so good, standing as still as he can, aching cock straining him to his limits. I crook my finger, indicating my permission, “Come and get me then, boy.”

An animalistic growl issues from him as he lunges toward the bed, crawling atop me as I laugh delightedly. He hovers over me like a predator with his prey, leaning down to kiss me roughly. I match his roughness, biting at his lips and the skin of his neck, tugging on his hair.

Kicking off his jeans and boxers, he uses his knee to spread my legs and his cock is already nudging my entrance, so eager he is. I pull him to me, nails digging into his shoulders, “Come on, Steve, show me what you can do.”

With that, he grunts and slams into me filling me instantly, my back arching. “Oh fuck!” I cry out. He doesn’t move, just staying there, his eyes raking over me as he keeps me pinned beneath him. He looks so hungry, so unlike the awkward, preciously sweet Steve that I initially met. And I made him this way. And I fucking love it.

He finally starts to move, slowly dragging out of me, slowly pushing back in. It’s intoxicating the way he’s savoring it, hovering over me to watch my each and every reaction. My nails sink deeper into his flesh, “Oh God, Steve, so good, you feel so fucking good…”

I can tell he loves the praise, his cheeks turning colors as he hears it, “Merci, ma belle poupée.” I keen at the term of endearment and he adds, “You’re so tight, Melissa… oh God, you feel so incredible, so perfect…”

Reaching down he lifts my right leg, hooking it over his shoulder and picks up his pace, starting to slam into me with each motion. I gasp in response as he hits a new spot, a wide grin breaking out on his face.

I’m going to have perpetual bruises from these two, I think, as his hand grips my hip tightly. My nails are leaving deep red marks, holding onto him for dear life as he pounds away, before I feel his hand snake between us, capturing my sensitive clit. Instantly, my walls tighten around him and he groans, “Come on, doll, that’s it, give it to me I need to feel you, you’ve got me so close… cum for me Maîtresse..”

He pinches and rolls and rubs my bundle of nerves, pressing his forehead to mine, my thigh pressed all the way against me now. I reach up and tug on my nipples, the metal there and my coil snaps. “Oooohhh fuck, Steve! Oh god oh…” I’m screaming his name, back arching as I give him what he needs, my walls fluttering around him, squeezing like a vice.

His eyes roll back into his head as he feels it, fucking me through it. He whimpers my name back to me like a prayer before I feel him spill into me, his hips stuttering in their rhythm.

Collapsing onto me, he starts kissing me everywhere, neck, chest, jaw, cheeks, and finally my lips. He whispers against them as I slip my fingers into his wonderfully messy hair, “Ma Belle Maîtresse… oh god I am yours, I’m yours…”

I pull his head back to look into his eyes. He means it. Every word. I feel the nervousness in my belly growing even as I brush my thumbs over his pink tinged cheeks.

My eyes fill with tears.

That’s two men in the span of a week. Two men who could have any woman they want tell me they’re mine. Two men who are closer to each other than anyone else in this world.

What could I possibly have to offer them? I am not worth this. What am I going to do…?

Translations:

Mais! Envie plus! = I need more!

C'est assez, Steven! =That’s enough, Steven!

amoureux = lover

mon bon petit Captain = my good little Captain

Наталья! Вы здесь? = Natalia! Are you here?

Да, Барнс. Что происходит? = Yeah, Barnes. What’s up?

Oui, Maîtresse! = Yes, Mistress!

Maîtresse, s'il vous plaît = Mistress, please

Merci, ma belle poupée = Thank you, my beautiful doll.

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Paper Moon Part 12

MB - @thecountessakasha - back again. I hope you’re ready for Part 12! Yay!

A/N: Bucky and Steve end up at a venue that has a 40s night and meet an OFC, Melissa Rose, a singer in a local club. They both are smitten by her, and start to vie for her affections. They end up finding out more about themselves in the process.

This honestly started out as maybe a one shot but as I got going, I decided it’ll be chapters. How many? No frigging idea. This is my absolute first time writing a fic of any sort and yes I did base the OFC on myself. I hope y'all enjoy.

Word count: 3800+ because I am a wordy bitch.

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Panic attack. Oh, and cussing. Like always.

STEVE’S POV

My eyes open slowly, adjusting to the ambient light trickling around the curtains of the bedroom. The bed is incredibly warm and comfortable. I feel the soft weight of a body next to mine curled up facing me, head buried into the crook of my arm, hers slung over my chest.

I breathe a relieved sigh, realizing that last night wasn’t a dream. It was real. Brushing my fingertips over Melissa’s flushed cheek, I watch her smile sleepily. Behind her, snoring softly as he spoons her, is Bucky’s form. I reach out and run those same fingertips through the strands of his hair.

I cannot believe how lucky I am. The two most precious things to me in the world are right here. They ARE my world.

I reach for my phone on the nightstand and see there’s a few missed messages, mostly from Nat.

Widow: Steve, everything alright?

Sambo: Hey, man. Looked for you and the Asshole this morning for our workout. Y'all good?

Barton: Tell me you got laid.

Tony: Yo, Capsicle. You and Tinman didn’t get lost in Brooklyn, didja?

Widow: Just checking in. Giving you a heads up, people are asking where you are.

Looking over the two sleeping treasures next to me again, I click away, answering her.

Please don’t worry about us. Bucky and I are fine. We’re at Melissa’s. Together. I’ll explain everything when I can.

I lock the phone setting it back down, knowing that’s probably enough of an explanation for her. But certainly won’t work for everyone else on the team.

This will be an interesting conversation. Melissa will have to meet everyone, of course. But, I don’t want to rush her either. I know she’s still unsure about all of this.

With another deep sigh of contentment, I slide out of the bed slipping on my jeans and t-shirt. I kiss each of them on their forehead before heading out to begin making breakfast for us.

Rummaging around in Melissa’s little kitchen, I find a few things to eat. But not much. Well, she WAS a single woman. I shouldn’t have expected much, I suppose.

I head back into the bedroom to grab my phone and as I do, I admire them one more time. Shaking my head in disbelief, a smile creeps onto my lips. I close the door quietly and call the grocery store down the street to get some things delivered.

While I wait, I flop down on the sofa and turn on the TV. My ears prick up, hearing someone join me. I turn and see Bucky, clad only in his sweat pants, slung low on his hips. He yawns and stretches before joining me on the sofa.

“Melissa still asleep?”

He’s nodding as he leans back rubbing his eyes, “Yeah, man. She’s out cold. I somehow doubt she’s an early riser, seeing as how she works mostly at night. She did mention to me the other day that she’s not much of a morning person.” he adds, chuckling a little.

I grin widely, “Well, she wasn’t much into buying food either ‘cause there’s hardly any here. I ordered some stuff from down the street for delivery. I was gonna make breakfast for us.”

“Good. I could eat the whole grocery store right now.” He rubs his belly.

I give him a smirk, “You’re always hungry. That’s nothing new.”

An easy silence falls between us as we both gaze at the news. After a while, I feel his eyes on me and I can tell he wants to say something. “What is it?”

“Do you…” He pauses here, brows knit in hesitancy, clearly unsure of how to proceed.

“Think this is going to work?”

He nods, “Yeah. That.” His eyes meet mine. “Do you? I really want it to. Last night I felt right. I felt whole. I felt like the man I am supposed to be. But…”

“But what, Buck? We can do this. I believe we can do this. It’s clearly what we all want. If we want it badly enough, we can make anything work, right?” I reach out, cupping the back of his neck, my thumb rubbing little circles on his jaw.

He closes his eyes and sighs, resting a hand on my wrist. “You’re right. I just worry about Melissa. I honestly think it’ll be most difficult for her.”

“Yeah, I agree.” My eyes flicker to the hallway then back to him. “I just want her happy. She makes me happy. I know she makes you happy. She’s had a rough go of things in her life. I think it’s only fair that you and I try to make sure she’s as happy as we are. Does that make sense?”

He leans his head into my palm, “It makes perfect sense to me. And it probably will to her, too. But she’s stubborn, and she’s very unsure that she even deserves happiness….” He trails off a bit, then adds, “I know that feeling all too well.”

“I’m not saying this won’t take work. It will. From all three of us. And yeah, we’re gonna be judged and talked about. But that’s just how it’s gonna be.” I give him a one shoulder shrug, “You’re both worth it to me. You’re both worth everything. Anything.”

I’m watching his cheeks color brightly at my words when there’s a knock on the door. We both jump up to get it. Bucky gets there first, and murmurs, “Winner.” under his breath, smirking.

I roll my eyes and start taking the bags from the delivery boy as Bucky pays him. The kid at the door looks him over then me as I take the last bag, recognition taking hold. “Hey! You’re Captain-”

“Yeah, yeah, here ya go, kid.” chuckling as I hand him an extra twenty for his troubles before closing the door in his bewildered face.

Bucky’s already unpacking the bags and filling the fridge and cabinets when I pad back into the kitchen. Rubbing the back of my neck I raise an eyebrow, “That was a little awkward.”

He stops what he’s doing, shutting the fridge but not turning around. After a small silence, I hear his voice. “It won’t be the last time. And he’s probably already tweeted he saw Captain America and the Winter Soldier in some little apartment together this morning.”

He turns finally, meeting my eyes. “We need to be prepared for this, Steve. She needs to be prepared.” He nods down the hallway, “She’s right about this being a big deal. It’s going to be a big deal about you and I. When you add her to the mix, it’ll be even bigger. We need to talk to the team as soon as we can. They need to know before they read it in the news.”

As I start the pancake batter, I hear a soft yawn from the hallway. “You’re right. We need to do this today. I was hoping we could give her more time, but…” I trail off when she emerges into the living room.

Shuffling into view, I take her in, my heart fluttering. She’s pulled her hair up into a loose bun on the top of her head, her face freshly scrubbed. A tight tank top covers her top half and I can still see those delightful little barbells poking through while baggy pajama pants hang loosely from her hips.

She wrinkles her nose a little as she spies us in the kitchen, “Whatery’alldoin’?”

Bucky chuckles softly at her groggy morning voice, and I’m grinning like an idiot, “Well, I was going to make breakfast for us, but you didn’t have much of anything here. So I ordered a bunch of groceries for delivery and I’m starting the pancakes now.” I gesture to Bucky, “He’s in charge of coffee.”

He moves over to her kissing her softly on the forehead before guiding her to the couch. “Just sit and relax. We’ll take care of everything.”

Her eyes narrow at him as she sits on the sofa. “Okay….” There’s a clear tone of skepticism in her voice. “Well, can I at least get in there and take my pills?”

I look over at Bucky, and he’s already pouring her a glass of orange juice, no pulp, I note, and looking through her cabinets to find the pills.

“Upper one next to the fridge.” She calls out without turning to look, apparently aware of what he was doing. He pulls out like six various bottles, vitamins included. With his eyes wide, he looks at me. I mirror his own expression back to him and shrug, finishing up the pancakes before getting started on the eggs and bacon.

“One of each, Bucky.” He doles them out and brings them to her with the glass of juice. “Super soldiers don’t have to worry about genetic deficiencies or getting old like the rest of us.” She pops them all in at once, chugging the whole glass. “Merci, Sergeant.” She adds with a wink.

He leans over the back of the sofa, kissing her temple, “Anything for you, Angel.”

BUCKY’S POV

That’s quite a few pills. Reminds me of when Steve was younger. I mean, I realize she doesn’t have super soldier serum or anything, but I don’t want her suffering needlessly. I can’t stomach the thought of her being sick or losing her before her time. I wonder if Banner could help her out any.

I glance back at her sitting on the sofa as she quietly watches the news and Steve finishes up the cooking. I lean over to him speaking lowly enough that I know she won’t hear me, but he will, “I want her to see Banner and Dr. Cho. That’s a lot of meds, man.”

He’s plating the eggs and bacon and pancakes and he nods. “Well, she’s going to have to meet everyone today anyway. So, I’ll suggest it to her?” I give him a nod back in agreement.

“Angel, I hope you’re hungry. Steve’s made a ton of food.” As she joins us at the kitchen island her eyes widen. “Mon Dieu! How many people are eating?”

Steve and I look at each other then burst out laughing, “Just us, Maîtresse.”

Her eyes are the size of dinner plates as she looks over the spread. I slide her a cup of coffee, smirking, “I guess you haven’t seen super soldiers eat.”

Pouring sugar and creamer into her steaming cup, she stirs the coffee before taking a long drink. She moans appreciatively and shakes her head, “Can’t say as I have, since y'all two are the only ones I know.”

“Well, Angel. We eat a lot.” I load up on the eggs and bacon before using a separate plate for my huge stack of pancakes. Steve does the same.

She pushes the eggs away from her side of the island, making a face before grabbing three pancakes and a couple slices of bacon.

“Wait. Don’t tell me you don’t eat eggs, either?” Steve is holding back his laughter as I look at her with brows raised.

Her tongue slides out as she makes a disgusted face, nose squished up, looking all kinds of cute. “No fucking way. So. Gross.”

With that Steve loses it. He’s laughing so hard he has tears. As he wipes at his eyes, I’m just agog at her. “Woman, you are the pickiest eater I’ve ever met in my life.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know I’ve made it nearly forty two years on this planet being a picky eater. I think I’m doin’ jus’ fine.” She sticks her tongue out at me and flips Steve the bird, before slathering butter all over her pancakes but using very little syrup.

Steve is still laughing, and I’m grinning like a kid with a new toy.

Holy shit. The team is going to LOVE her. I can’t wait for them to meet her. Speaking of….

“So we thought it might be a good idea if we took you to the tower today. You know, see our place. Meet the team.” I toss this out, popping a piece of bacon in my mouth, leaning back to gauge her reaction.

She has a fork full of pancake and she pauses just before she eats it, mouth open. After a moment, she closes her mouth and puts the fork down on her plate, not having taken the bite. “T… today?”

Steve and I exchange looks, and I press on. “Yeah. Is that OK? I know it probably seems like we’re moving kinda fast on this, but I don’t want to lose you. I know he doesn’t either.” I nod toward Steve. “You’re going to have to eventually, so why not now?”

Her eyes narrow, watching me. “Did something happen?” She doesn’t trust a single person she meets. Not one. Can’t say as I blame her, knowing her history.

“Well, to be honest, the deliver boy saw Bucky and I here.” Steve reaches over and takes her hand. “Obviously, he doesn’t know whose place this is, but he DID see Captain America and the Winter Soldier looking very comfortable and at home in a small apartment away from the tower.”

I run my hand through my hair. “It’s very probable that it’s all over social media this morning that we’re spending time away from the team. Together. If you catch my drift.”

She’s chewing on the inside of her mouth, her eyes sliding back and forth between the pair of us. Pushing the half eaten breakfast away from her, she slides her hand out of Steve’s darting down the hallway toward the bathroom.

We hear the door slam and she’s clearly losing what little she ate, and probably anything else that was in her stomach.

“Fuck.” I’m out of my chair in a flash and at the bathroom door. “Melissa, sweetheart…? Are you alright?”

Steve looks petrified as he moves to join me. “Oh god, doll, I’m so sorry…” He meets my stoney gaze with one of abject fear. I shake my head at him, my lips pressed into a thin line.

“No. No.” Her voice is strained and I can hear her damn near panting she’s breathing so rapidly. “Panic attack.” I mouth at Steve.

After a long, protracted silence we finally hear her voice again. “It’s ok. I'm… I’m alright,” comes the shaky answer from the other side of the door. The toilet flushes and I hear the water running in the sink. She opens the door and stands in the frame staring at the pair of us.

I reach out tentatively, then draw my hand back. If there’s one thing I know about, it’s panic attacks. Tread lightly.

I hold my arms open, an invitation to hold her if she so wishes. After a moment, she falls into my embrace and starts to cry. I wrap my arms around her and press my face to the top of her head. “I’m sorry we’re rushing you.”

Steve doesn’t move closer, knowing it might be too much. “It was selfish of us, Melissa, and I’m sorry. It can wait until you’re ready.”

I know he remembers how I was before T’challa helped me. He knows to take it slow after an attack.

Keeping her wrapped in my arms, I walk her toward the bedroom. “Do you want to lay down, sweetheart?” She hasn’t said anything but she’s still crying. I feel her nod against my chest.

“Ok, ok, Angel. Come on.” I guide her to the bed, laying down with her, my arms still encircling her tightly. She keeps her face buried in my chest, the sobs still wracking her body. Steve paces near the doorway, wringing his hands. “Do you want Steve to lay with us?” I feel her nod again so I wave him over.

He climbs onto the bed behind her, wrapping his form around her. I can feel her relax a little, “Is that better?” Another subtle nod and I pull the hair tie from her tresses. I start to run my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp. Steve is gently rubbing wide circles on her back.

Her sobbing is slowing and I can feel her breathing returning to normal after a little while. Finally I hear her soft, husky voice, “Alright. I’ll meet them today.”

MELISSA’S POV

I feel like a complete asshole for freaking out like that. They have much more important things than worrying about than my little personal, bullshit insecurities.

I’m still clinging to Bucky, my face pressed against his chest, “I’m sorry I reacted like that. I guess… I just wasn’t expecting everything to go so fast and I got scared.” Not to mention your teammates as well as the public are going to hate me.

Steve hugs me from behind and I feel his breath tickle the shell of my ear, “Never apologize for how you feel. We were wrong to push you so fast.” He nuzzles into the back of my neck and I can feel my body relax even more.

“Melissa, please understand we never meant to force your hand.” Bucky curls a finger under my chin, pulling my gaze to his. My breath catches as I look into those ocean eyes. “I know what you’re feeling, Angel. I know the insecurity. The self hatred. I know it’s overwhelming.”

My eyes slide away from his, face blooming bright pink, embarrassed to be called out. To be so easily read. He starts planting little kisses on my heated cheeks.

“I know because I have those thoughts, too.” His voice makes his chest rumble against me as he talks. “It’s going to be ok. Hey…” I drag my gaze back to his. “I promise. I’m yours. Steve is yours. No matter what.”

Steve nods against my back at Bucky’s words. “More importantly, you’re ours.” There’s a pause, “If you want to be. That choice is always, always up to you.” He plants small kisses at the base of my neck, just under the tattoo I have there.

Giving a soft sigh I move one hand up Bucky’s chest and the other behind me to hug Steve closer. “That’s not even in doubt. I’m yours. Both of yours. For as long as you want me.” I shake my head, eyes closing, “That’s the real question. Whether I’m worth all of this.”

They both begin to scoff at my words, but I press on. “Because I’m not. You’ll see. You’ll eventually see. It’s like I said before. It’ll be better for you when it’s just the two of you. I’ll never be accepted. Either by your teammates or by the public.”

I let the matter drop, my eyes filling with tears once more. They silently slip down my face, as I close my eyes. I don’t see the look that the boys share over my head, but I can feel Bucky shaking his head. Steve’s hands move from my back to my sides, trying to sooth me, comfort me.

“That doesn’t matter, Melissa. Those things, they don’t matter to us. You just watch. We’ll make you believe it.” Bucky’s shifting closer, pressing against me, wrapping his arms around both Steve and I. “This is what matters. This. Right here. In my arms.”

He rests his cheek on the crown of my head, sighing contentedly. They feel so good surrounding me like this, so warm, so perfectly like the home I’ve craved for as long as I can remember. How does this feel so right?

“I probably overreacted this morning about the delivery boy. I’m so, so sorry. But, we do really want you to meet the team. Because, honestly, we want to show you off. We want to show them how special you are to us.” Steve is still rubbing my side gently. His lips move against the skin between my shoulder blades as he speaks.

“It’s ok, I understand your reaction. Y'all are public people. You have to be careful. I was just… really unprepared.” I breathe in deeply, nestling into Bucky’s chest, pulling Steve’s arms tighter around me. “New York has certainly been a very interesting experience for this old southern gal.”

“Maîtresse, do you want to take a shower now? Will you allow Bucky and I to take care of you this morning?” Steve nips at the soft spot between my shoulder and my neck and Bucky starts to kiss along my collar bone.

Oh, they make it so hard to concentrate.

I let out an appreciative moan before answering, “Y'all are too good to me.” They quickly divest me of what little clothing I have on and Steve picks me up off the bed, bridal style, carrying me to the bathroom.

Bucky is right behind us reaching into the large shower, turning it on to warm up. Steve lets me stand, and they both strip before we all get in the shower together.

I stand there staring up at them and shake my head in disbelief. “Good thing this shower is so big.” I snort a little as I laugh and Bucky plants a little kiss on my nose. He’s already grabbing the shampoo and massaging it into my hair.

Steve leans down and whispers in my ear. “Now I know why you smell so good.” He’s lathering up a washcloth with my soap and starts scrubbing my shoulders.

They take their time, cleaning me thoroughly, slowly, lovingly. It’s difficult for me to allow this and they can sense it. But I do allow it.

“Thank you for this.” My voice is low and I’m not sure if they even hear me. But I should know they can. They make sure to wash themselves as well.

I feel Bucky kneel behind me, placing little kisses along my hips where my back meets the curve of ass. None of this is meant to be seductive. I can feel it. It’s meant to be loving. Caring. Close to a sort of worship.

Steve is standing before me, his fingers trailing through my wet, freshly cleaned tresses as the hot water bathes the three of us.

It’s quiet. No talking. Just small noises of comfort and delight and adoration. All of us merely enjoying the contact. Hands caressing, learning. Relaxing in the presence of each other.

Once we’re all washed and rinsed one of them shuts the water off and Steve steps out first, gathering towels. He tosses one to Bucky and keeps one himself, the both of them working to dry my skin. They then dry themselves before Bucky gathers me in his arms, moving me back to the bed.

“Rest, Angel. Rest while we clean up the kitchen.” My brows knit as I watch him slide his sweats back on, Steve pulling on his jeans.

I sit on the bed, using one of the towels on my wet hair, watching the pair of them. I don’t know if they see my expression, but I’m sure my face is painted with confusion and skepticism.

Steve turns, grinning.

“Trust us, Maîtresse.”

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Paper Moon Part 15

MB - @thecountessakasha - back again. I hope you’re ready for Part 15! There’s no smut, it’s literally all fluff, so apologies in advance.

I’m going to tag a couple people who I’ve told about this and my really special love who keeps betaing this for me @evansscruff - thank you, darling.

A/N: Bucky and Steve end up at a venue that has a 40s night and meet an OFC, Melissa Rose, a singer in a local club. They both are smitten by her, and start to vie for her affections. They end up finding out more about themselves in the process.

This honestly started out as maybe a one shot but as I got going, I decided it’ll be chapters. How many? No frigging idea. This is my absolute first time writing a fic of any sort and yes I did base the OFC on myself. I hope y'all enjoy.

Word count: 3300+ because I am a wordy bitch.

Warnings: FLUFF to the Goddamn max. Gonna rot your teeth. Oh, and cussing. Like always.

STEVE’S POV

To say that the past few months were rough would be an understatement. Word got out about Bucky and me; and that, of course, led to word getting out about Melissa, Bucky, and me. It was strange; there was almost no animosity aimed at him and me, but just as she predicted, there was plenty aimed at her. People had taken to the Internet and the airwaves to voice their opinion of the “old” woman whom they decided was “ruining Steve and Bucky’s happiness” by “insinuating herself” between us.

Hate mail piled up at the club for her. She quit checking it altogether. Bucky would always gather the multitude of envelopes and go through them to sort out what was important and what was trash. Let me tell ya, her recycling bin has been packed full.

People would pop up at her shows to heckle and ridicule her. Finally, the owner raised the ticket prices and added extra bouncers which helped. Though on the plus side, more people came to actually see her perform. She wowed every single one of them. There were rumors of other places looking to steal her away, but she had vowed to never abandon Club Onyx. Or the owner. He’d been far too good to her and she appreciated it more than he would ever know.

The fact that she’s stuck with us is astonishing to me. And every day I fall deeper because of it. She’s so much stronger than she thinks. Not to say there haven’t been some rough patches. Her depression took over, and at times we couldn’t even get her to speak. There were days upon days when she just refused to get out of bed. Pretty sure she’s upped her rum intake. Even now she’s rarely, if ever, seen outside of the club without Bucky unless it’s to come to the tower. But for the most part we’ve really weathered the storm.

I think the biggest change has been with Bucky. He’s no longer chomping at the bit to take every mission he can get his hands on, trying to keep his mind on anything other than his life. He’s actually been turning down those offered to stay with Melissa during this tumultuous beginning.

For the first time since coming back from Wakanda, the light has truly returned to his eyes. And it’s her. Well, I mean it’s probably me, too. Us. But I really think it’s Melissa more than anything. She’s changed him. Made him more comfortable in his skin. Shown him that there’s more to “Bucky” than just “The Winter Soldier”.

He’s taken to staying at her place more and more. So have I, just not quite as often. It’s not like I get as many opportunities to turn down missions as he does. Part of the mantle of being Captain America, as Natasha is fond of reminding me.

I spend every moment I can with the both of them. Usually at her place. Not because we’re unwelcome at the tower. Far from it. Everyone would like it if we came around more often. They all really like Melissa. Especially Nat, Wanda, Clint, and Sam.

She finally got to meet Thor and was practically gushing about it. She couldn’t stop asking him questions about Asgard, what it’s really like there. She knew all the myths, of course. And how often do you get to meet a god? He in turn, is quite taken with her. Much to Bucky’s dismay.

It’s amazing the effect she has on people. She puts it off as the “southern thing”. Like she’s a novelty. As if that’s the only reason everyone here just adores her. That’s a piece of it, sure, but not all. She’s simply … captivating.

The night after Melissa first came to the tower, we had everyone out to the club to see her perform. Her nerves were on edge all day long.Because of that Bucky and I tried everything we could to keep her calm. She ended up going for a walk, alone, to clear her head. She puts so much pressure on herself.

A good bit of time had passed but Melissa still hadn’t made it back. I was starting to get really worried. Bucky suggested that I head back to the tower to make sure everyone was ready for the evening and that he’d go look for her.

He found her instantly, of course. She’d gone to a little park she discovered one of her first days in New York. It’s a place she and Bucky like to go when they need quiet and anonymity. They’ll put on hoodies and sunglasses and do their best to hide from the world and just sit in the middle of the park, right on the grass. Most times, they don’t even speak. They just exist there in that moment.

Bucky had gathered her up and walked her back to the apartment. The night went off without a hitch and the club received a boost of publicity due to our attendance.

I’ve noticed a change in myself as well. I’m sure Bucky and the others have seen it. I’m not as reckless. That’s the main thing. The idea of not coming back to the two people I love more than anything in this world is a very sobering thought indeed. The mere notion that I would irrevocably hurt them by not returning from a mission is too much to bare.

There are selfish reasons, too. To never be able to look into her dazzling green eyes again, or his shimmering blue ones cuts me to the core. That I wouldn’t be able to touch them, to see them smile, hear their laughter, or the noises they make in the heat of passion is like a stab in the gut.

My world revolves around them. Melissa and Bucky. My twin dark muses. Mes deux muses sombre, as she would say. They hold my heart in their hands. I am nothing without them and I strive every day to show them what they mean to me.

It’s to that end that I’ve decided to surprise them with some gifts. The first one is a simple thing; a sketchbook full of little drawings of the two of them doing mundane activities. Some are individual. Snippets of our everyday lives. Melissa lying in the middle of the living room floor, sheet music strewn around her, forgotten as she buries her nose in some book about Irish peat farmers. Bucky draped across the sofa, headphones on, feet kicking away to the beat of a “new to him” song that she’d turned him on to.

Some are of them together. Bucky is sitting crossed legged on the floor with his back against the overstuffed recliner while Melissa’s legs and arms are wrapped around him as she’s perched in the chair. His head tilted and resting against her thigh as they binge watch House of Cards, discussing what they’d like to do with Claire and Francis. The pair of them in the little kitchen, dancing and singing while they cook dinner for the three of us.

Once I snuck up on them in their little park and sketched them there, laying back on the grass, hoodies and sunglasses on. I watched their chests rise and fall with their breathing, wondering what they’d talked about, what they had been thinking about. Melissa was unaware of my presence, but I’m sure Bucky knew. You can’t fool the super soldier senses, after all.

The other gift is much, much bigger. It’s really a gift for the three of us. I’ve purchased an old brownstone in Brooklyn and am having it renovated into a single dwelling. This dual residence life is wearing on us. We need our own place, private, away from the hustle and bustle of Manhattan and the tower. Melissa needs to be able to detach herself from the club. She’s finally gotten the hang of the subway, so I feel confident she’ll be fine with the move. As for Bucky, he’ll be over the moon. He’s been wanting to move back home. And now I can give that to him.

Tony has decided to throw me a big birthday bash this weekend, so I’m going make the announcement then. Probably doesn’t make much sense for me to be giving gifts on my own birthday, but like I said, this is for all of us.

I can’t wait to see their faces.

BUCKY’S POV

I feel like the luckiest man alive. How I ever was good enough to deserve the pair of them, I’ll never understand. Steve, all the hell he went through to bring me back. He fought the world for me. Not many people can say that about their lover. I am his forever.

And Melissa. My beloved Angel. Her love has forged me into the man I am. The one I was meant to be. The longer I’m with her the harder I fall. She believes in me. I cannot explain what that means, how that affects every action I take.

I’ve been spending more and more time with her, staying at her place. I should really just move in with her. She’s suggested it several times and each time I brush it off; I feel like I’m imposing. But I feel far more comfortable at her apartment than I do at the tower. There I feel like a visitor. Not a true part of the team. At her place, it feels like home. Especially when Steve’s able to stay with us.

Melissa and I like to take care of Steve when he’s around. The missions wear him down so we do our best to help him relax when he’s home with us. It feels good to care for him again, like I used to when we were young.

One of my favorite parts about spending so much time with her is having someone to just be with. We go for walks, we do the shopping, we take in movies, we cook meals, we explore the city. She does try to keep herself incognito, because of everything. I dare someone to try something while I’m around. It’s mundane and domestic and I fucking love every second of it.

No missions, no emergencies. Because of her I feel like a normal person. I’ve even been more comfortable about showing my arm in public. Melissa’s not afraid of it and she always, always makes sure that’s the hand she holds.

She sees herself as undeserving of both Steve and me. Especially after all the shit we’ve been through recently; she feels like it’s all her fault. Oh, but she’s wrong. So very wrong. She deserves the goddamn world on a silver platter. And I aim to give it to her.

I’ve been wracking my brain trying to figure out a way to show her what she means to me. How she’s helped me, how deeply I’ve fallen for her.

Pieces of my life from before have been coming back periodically, and something I’ve discovered recently is that I can play piano. Not only can I play, I’m actually quite good. I’ve been sneaking downstairs to the club while it’s closed with handfuls of her sheet music to practice. Steve has caught me a few times. He must forget that he can’t sneak up on me. He’s never interrupted or bothered me, merely observes, more than likely sketching.

There’s a point to all this. I have quite the surprise for her. I want to play for her, with her. I can’t sing for shit, but I don’t need to. It’s her voice everyone wants. She’s the real star. I just want to be a part of it, to back her up, support her. And it calms me, I really enjoy it.

I’ve been working on one song in particular. I’m going to spring it on her at Steve’s party. By chance I heard her singing it in the shower one morning. She likes to practice there; the acoustics are phenomenal. The piece makes use of her smokey, lower vocals. Mmmm, her voice is like Tupelo honey. I am awestruck every time I’m blessed to hear it. The lyrics themselves, well let’s just say I can picture her saying these things to me and Steve.

I’ve got something for Steve too, of course. It’s hard to think of things to give him, the man who sacrificed everything he had, everything he was, to save me. But I know what makes him happy, what centers him. Anything art related. Anything.

So, with the help of Tony and Natalia, I was able to get a private tour of the Museum of Modern Art for Steve, Melissa, and myself. The card with all the arrangements will be hidden in a whole shitload of art supplies Melissa and I bought for his upcoming birthday.

And well, since we can’t resist, Steve and I have also conspired to give her a gift from the both of us. One we know she’ll appreciate more than anyone else probably ever would. We’re going to give her each one of our dog tags to wear. The originals. We … acquired them from the Smithsonian. Like they would refuse Captain America anything.

If it seems overly sentimental and nostalgic, well, tough shit. I think Steve and I have earned that right. Melissa will understand the significance. She’s a military brat coming from a long line of veterans stretching all the way back to the Revolutionary War. She gets it and I honestly don’t care if anyone else does. Just thinking of her wearing them makes me heart soar.

I love discovering little things about her. I love how she leads me to rediscover things about myself. I love watching her and Steve together, even if it’s just them doing something as simple as lounging together on the floor, books on history surrounding them as they pour over the words. Their heated discussions will go on for hours; I learn more from listening to them than I ever would reading on my own.

The way she looks at him when she doesn’t think anyone is watching her. Him doing the same. The way she’ll sit still, posing for hours on end for him while he draws or paints her. Most times it ends up with her teasing him mercilessly until he drops his tools and quiets her with passionate kisses.

And oh the way we all seamlessly flow into one another in the bedroom. Sometimes with heated, fiery, gnawing need. Sometimes with giggles and laughter until we can’t take it anymore. It has never felt so natural, so right.

I love these idiots more than I could ever express. I would be lost without them.

MELISSA’S POV

My boys, my beloved boys.

I can’t believe they’re mine. I can’t believe they’re still with me after six months of insanity. Six months of all the hate and worry and stress. I can’t believe Bucky has given up missions to stay by my side. I can’t believe Steve continually professes his love for me. I can’t believe they put up with all my baggage. My anxiety, my depression, my health issues.

Without even realizing it, I have fallen head over heels in love with them. Happiness, something that has always been elusive in my life, is now a constant. Which of course leads to the occasional panic attack, since my brain can’t wrap itself around the notion that I deserve this happiness and likes to construct various scenarios where I lose one or the both of them. Either on a mission or from them simply growing tired of me and leaving.

Nightmares haunt me every now and then, my fears manifesting themselves in my subconscious. I’ll thrash and sweat and full on cry until Bucky finally wakes me. He’ll hold me tightly to him as he waits for me to calm down, all the while whispering to me how he’s here, he’s real, he’s not going anywhere, how much he loves me.

One such incident happened when both Steve and Bucky were home. It must have been a particularly powerful one as it nearly sent Steve into a panic before Bucky explained what was happening and showed him how to deal with it. It took the both of them to bring me back around that night.

Bucky puts up with my shit every time we leave the apartment. Hiding myself under hoodies and sunglasses and baggy clothes. He understands. He was at that point himself not long ago. God, he takes such good care of me; he always makes sure I’m comfortable with it all, that I feel safe, loved.

And the way Steve dotes on me, I’ve never had someone so attentive to my each and every desire. Sometimes before I even know what they are. He has a knack for knowing exact what I need when I need it.

Things like that. Dealing with me on days where I couldn’t even function inside my depression. Nights when my anxiety was so high I would just drink myself into a stupor and couldn’t even perform.

And through it all they’re still committed to me. Because of that I’ve taken on my own mission. To keep them happy any way I can. To give in to every whim or wish they might ever have. If it’s in my capacity to do, then it’s done. Period. No questions asked.

These two, I know they have something up their sleeves. They may be super soldiers but they’re shit at keeping secrets. Something fishy’s going on. And Nat! Oh my god, she’s been teasing me to no end about something she knows that I don’t.

She and I have become quite close. Oh, she is fiercely protective of me, too. I adore her. And Wanda and Sam and Clint. They’ve been so, so great to me. The other members of the team have as well, but these guys. Well, let’s just say they’re by far my closest friends here in the city.

I’ve got news for my two big boys. They’re not the only ones who can be sneaky. I’ve got something up MY sleeve. With Steve’s birthday party coming up, I’ll make some time before we leave to give them their presents. I want it to be special, something just between the three of us.

Of course Bucky and I went overboard on our joint gift. We have a tendency to indulge Steve quite often. I’m not sure all the art supplies we bought are even going to fit into the area we’ve cleared out in the living room for his makeshift studio. Oh well. I’m sure he’ll deal just fine. I can’t wait till he sees what we’ve done.

As for my gifts to the pair of them, I hope they’re comfortable wearing jewelry. I didn’t get anything fancy, or gaudy. That’s just not our style. With that thought in mind, I’ve I found a pair of matching stainless steel cuffs. They’re small, like a little bracelet, but you attach them with screws. And I hold the screwdriver.

On the inside of Steve’s I’ve had engraved Mon Soleil. Bucky’s sports Ma Lune. My Sun and My Moon. My two very large, powerful, all consuming forces.

The light and the dark.

Watching them together is one of my major addictions. I love catching each of them looking at the other. It’s like they have a silent language. They’re always in sync. Whether it’s cleaning the apartment, binge watching a show, or when we’re in the bedroom. It’s like they have one mind.

They speak often of having claimed me. Getting me before anyone else could. Snatching me off the market. As if I was even on the damn market to begin with. It always makes me laugh and shake my head. But, if they’ve claimed me then I’ve done the same to them. They’re mine and I will defend that claim all the rest of my days.

I’m with them to the end of the line.

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Paper Moon Part 14

MB - @thecountessakasha - back again. Part 14 is here! There’s no smut, so apologies in advance.

Once again my deepest gratitude goes out to my really special love who keeps betaing this for me @evansscruff - thank you, darling.

A/N: Bucky and Steve end up at a venue that has a 40s night and meet an OFC, Melissa Rose, a singer in a local club. They both are smitten by her, and start to vie for her affections. They end up finding out more about themselves in the process.

This honestly started out as maybe a one shot but as I got going, I decided it’ll be chapters. How many? No frigging idea. This is my absolute first time writing a fic of any sort and yes I did base the OFC on myself. I hope y'all enjoy.

Word count: 3000+ because I am a wordy bitch.

Warnings: Moderate angst. And as always, a lil fluff.

STEVE’S POV

Seven heads turn at the sound of my voice. Seven sets of eyes focus on the three of us as we stand together; Bucky and I on either side of Melissa, both of us holding her hands. I can feel her starting to tremble. It’s quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

Natasha is the first one to respond. “Hey to you.” She immediately hops up from Clint’s lap and comes over to us, holding out her hand to Melissa.

“I’m Natasha, but you can call me Nat. You must be Melissa. I’ve heard an awful lot about you.”

Melissa hesitates but finally takes Natasha’s outstretched hand, clasping it gently. “Oh! All good things I hope.” Her face brightens with one of her stunning smiles, relaxing a little as Natasha releases her hand.

“Are you kidding? These boys have nothing but good things to say when it comes to you.” She slides her arm around Melissa’s shoulders, leading her further into the room to introduce her to the others.

Bucky and I exchange relieved looks. Thank God for Nat. One by one, Melissa meets those gathered here. Natasha guides her expertly, seeming protective of her already, and making sure the others take note of that.

Melissa is her charming self, of course. Already making Sam and Bruce laugh. Already making Tony chuckle, matching his wit. Vision seems fascinated by her gregarious nature and her accent.

Wanda and Clint are grilling her about how she’s settling into the city. Leaving her momentarily in their capable hands, Natasha makes her way back to me and Buck. “She’s absolutely lovely, guys. I adore her already. It’s obvious the others do, too.”

She pauses, then looks at the both of us. “Now. Are you going to tell everyone about you two, or are you waiting to see how they react to you sharing her?”

I give a soft sigh and Bucky pinches the bridge of his nose. “Jesus, Natalia. Don’t you think this is hard enough? Can’t we just get through this part first?”

“Normally I’d agree with you, Barnes. However…” She pulls out her phone and brings up Twitter. Sure enough, there’s already gossip about Bucky and I being seen together. Alone. Away from the tower. Just like we predicted. “And everyone here has seen this.” Looking from Bucky to me she adds pointedly, “Everyone.”

I nudge Bucky’s shoulder before moving toward the collection of sofas where everyone is surrounding Melissa. “Well, I guess we need to have a ‘come to Jesus meeting’, right?”

Natasha quirks an eyebrow up at my phrase as Bucky chuckles lowly, “Yeah, I guess we do.” He follows me over with Natasha right behind him.

“Alright, alright everyone. Can we have our best girl back now?” I’m grinning at Melissa, shooing Clint and Wanda away so Bucky and I can sit on either side of her. When we’re all seated again, I look at Bucky, then at Melissa. I link her fingers through mine and Bucky does the same with her other hand.

“Now that everyone had gotten acquainted, there’s something Bucky and I need to tell you guys.” I can feel Melissa squeezing my hand reassuringly while Bucky reaches around her shoulders to rub my upper arm with his free hand.

I shoot Natasha a worried look and she nods, letting me know that it’s alright. After taking a deep breath, my voice comes out low and shaky. “I’m sure you’ve all seen the social media buzz about me and Buck. So, in order to stave off confusion, we’re here to tell you that, yes. Bucky and I are together.”

We get a few brows raises, mainly from Bruce, and Vision. Natasha, Clint, Sam, Wanda, and Tony don’t seem surprised at all. Melissa leans in and places a soft kiss on my cheek. I press on. “There’s something else. We’re together. But we’re together with Melissa as well.”

Now, Sam, Bruce and Tony all look a little baffled. Wanda, Clint, and Natasha are grinning widely. Vision is still lost.

Bucky laughs a little, clearly amused by everyone’s various rollercoaster reactions. He slides an arm around Melissa’s waist and I can feel her starting to shrink back against us since no one has really responded. My arm joins his around her.

Bucky leans over and whispers something to Melissa. She blushes brightly and squeezes my hand.

Sam’s voice echoes. “Are you happy?”

“Yes. We are.” All three of us answer at the same time, prompting a chuckle from the girls and Clint.

Sam shrugs, “Then that’s all I care about.” He claps his hands together. “So when are we going to get to hear her sing?” His eyes land on Melissa, a big open smile on his face.

She clears her throat nervously. “O-oh. Well, I have a show tomorrow night. I’d love if y'all came out. I can arrange some reserved tables with the owner.”

Tony comes around the sofa and extends a hand to her. When she takes it, he covers it with his other hand, “We’d all love to be there.” He gives her a quick wink, “As long as they have a good single malt on hand, of course.”

Melissa gives him a small smirk, her mouth opening to answer him with some smart ass comment I’m sure, but another voice is heard.

“They have a lovely sixteen year old Lagavulin, as a matter of fact.” Bucky’s tone is low and he tightens his grip on Melissa as he speaks. I can feel his irritation.

Tony’s eyes slide to Bucky and he releases Melissa’s hand. “Calm down there, Tin Man. I’m not going to try to steal her.” He gives a low huff, sounding like a small laugh, “Unless she wants to be stolen.”

Melissa snorts, “Listen here, coullion, you couldn’t handle me anyhow.” She hooks her thumbs over her shoulders, indicating Bucky and me. “Why you think I got two super soldiers?”

Silence. Most everyone looks stunned for a moment, except for Natasha and Clint who are actively trying not to bust their seams. Tony starts laughing, hard. Melissa does, too and then everyone else joins in. “Oh my god, she’s fucking great. You two have your hands full.”

“Just how we like it.” I’m still laughing a bit as I give Bucky a punch on his arm, and a “come on, man” look. He just shrugs it off.

BUCKY’S POV

Alright. I need to calm down. Tony didn’t mean anything by that. I’m going to have to get used to people flirting with my dame. That’s all.

“Do you guys mind if we show her around the tower now? I’m sure she’s dying to see the rest of it.” I brush Melissa’s hair back from her shoulder, looking to Steve. I can sense she’s still a little uncomfortable with the attention she’s receiving right now. And so am I.

Natasha pops up, “Only if you promise Wanda and I can take her out with us soon.” She sends a wink to Melissa, “Girl stuff.”

“I’d love that.” Melissa stands from the sofa, flashing an eager smile to Nat and Wanda. Looking down to Steve and me, she clears her throat. “Well, boys. Let’s get this show on the road, yeah?”

I’m on my feet quickly, grasping her hand in mine. We both look to Steve as he stands, grinning. “Yes ma'am.” He grabs her free hand and we all move toward the elevators.

A loud chorus of goodbyes follows as the doors close leaving the three of us in the quiet for the moment. I reach out and pull Melissa to me tightly, burying my face in her hair. Why do I feel so possessive of her? Why do I feel like she could disappear any second?

Steve watches us as I wrap her up in my arms. She links one arm around my waist resting her head on my chest, her other arm extending out toward Steve, pulling him closer.

I feel a deep sigh emanate from her and after a few moments I hear her voice, soft and small. “I think that went rather well, don’t y'all?”

“Sure seemed like it to me, Maîtresse.” Steve has a little smile gracing his lips as he leans down to kiss her forehead.

She closes her eyes and keens into his gesture. Moving her hand to my chest she slides it down over and over, effectively petting me. “Bucky, honey. Are you alright?”

My left arm tightens around her a little, keeping her close as I card the fingers of my right hand through her hair. “Of course, Angel. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Her expression shows she doesn’t buy that. Neither does Steve. They share a quick glance. “I don’t know, baby boy. You just seem on edge is all.” The elevator stops at that moment, opening to the hallway where our bedrooms are.

Steve tugs her hand insistently. “C’mon, dollface. Time to see our bunks.” A quiet giggle bubbles up from her before she follows him out. I’m trailing a little behind, admiring the two of them. He quickly opens his door for her and allows her to enter first. He’s right on her heels as I follow him inside.

Closing the door behind us, I rest against it and cross my arms. A small smirk plays at my lips watching her explore the room. She’s peppering Steve with questions, and he’s trying to answer her as quick as she’s asking. They are so goddamn cute together.

She finds a drawing he has framed sitting on his desk. “What’s this?” Her fingers gingerly hold it, examining it closely.

“Something I drew during the war shortly after I was sent to the European theater before I saw action.” Steve nods in my direction. “Before I found Buck. I felt like a dancing monkey, performing for others with no control over my own life.”

Melissa’s brows furrow together as she listens. She sets the picture back down reaching out for him, wrapping her smaller frame around his much larger one. Resting her head against his chest, she rubs small circles against his back. “And how do you feel now? About your place in this world?”

With a heavy sigh, he sits on the edge of the bed, pulling her into his lap. “It’s hard, honestly. I still feel like part of me is a performance artist. Yes, I’m obviously able to do good things and make change in the world and protect what I love. But most people can’t separate Steve Rogers and Captain America.”

I push off the door and stride over to them, sitting next to Steve on the bed. “It’s hard to separate the two because so much of you is in the persona. There would never be a Captain America if you weren’t who you are. No one else could be Captain America quite like you, Stevie boy.”

He’s embarrassed. His cheeks flush pink and he shakes his head, looking down. “I’m just a normal guy.”

“Oh, I don’t think that’s true at all, darlin’.” Melissa brushes her thumb across his lower lip. “You’re nothing short of spectacular.” His eyes meet hers and they hold each other’s gaze. He breaks the moment by nipping at the pad of her thumb then sucking it into his mouth. She squeaks in surprise then lets out a giggle that ends in a soft moan.

“I could be happy the rest of my life just hearing you make those sounds for me.” Now it’s her turn to blush, and she does that so beautifully.

Shaking her head, her voice barely above a whisper, “Steven, you don’t know me well enough to talk in such terms.”

I reach out capturing her chin in my hand to turn her face to mine, “Don’t think he says that lightly. I was just thinking the same thing.”

“C’mon, you two. It’s barely been a week. Y'all can’t say that. Y'all shouldn’t feel like that about me. I’m in no way worthy of those kinds of declarations.”

Leaning in, I press my lips to hers, softly at first then with more pressure, more passion. Her fingers slide up into the hair at the back of my neck, tugging gently. As the kiss deepens, Steve leans in, murmuring against the skin of her neck. “Melissa, do you understand where Bucky and I are coming from? We’ve waited so long. So long to really start our lives. It’s as if everything clicked into place when we met you.”

She sighs against my mouth, seemingly content in this moment. Her fingers tug at my strands again, and her other hand seeks out Steve’s as he continues. “We want you. We want each other. We want this. But more than that, we need this. To make us complete. Don’t you feel that? Don’t you feel whole now, here, with us?”

After a minute or two she pulls away from me and stands from Steve’s lap. She starts to pace, wringing her hands. Finally she stops and looks at the two of us. “Yes. I do. I feel whole. I feel centered. Like I’ve found my place in this world.”

“Then what’s the problem, angelface?” I stand up and she steps back putting her hands on her hips.

“Jesus Christ, Bucky! What’s the problem? The problem is that you, you two are Avengers! You two are super soldiers! Everyone knows you! Everyone wants a piece of you!”

Steve and I are both taken aback at her outburst. She doesn’t stop. “I am a regular, every day nobody. Lower than that, even. I’m an old, fat, divorced Southern woman, who sings in a fucking nightclub. THAT is not likely something to go unnoticed by the general population. Not to mention the fact that we haven’t even known each other for a week yet!”

I grab her wrists, stilling her wildly gesturing hands and pulling her against my chest, growling lowly. “Goddammit, woman. You are so hard-headed.”

She’s frowning at me now, but there’s no way I’m stopping. “You are beautiful, gregarious, generous, kind, funny, talented, whip smart, and no nonsense. You have this amazing ability to make anyone feel comfortable no matter the situation. You are at times shy then on a dime you’re one of the most confident people I’ve ever met. You’re this bright ray of sunshine then I’ll see the storm clouds roll in and I can feel the darkness you hide. You are an enigma I want to spend the rest of my life figuring out.”

She gasps, her eyes widening as she stares at me, frozen in my hold.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for someone just like you? How long he’s waited? Do you even fathom what this means for Steve and me? Surely you must have some idea. You’ve waited a long time for us, too.” I pause, finding her dazzling green eyes shimmering with tears. “Haven’t you, Melissa?”

Her mouth drops open at my words as Steve makes a small sound of agreement. Her eyes shift between the two of us. Finally, after a long, drawn out, deafening silence comes a soft sigh. “Mes amours.”

MELISSA’S POV

They want me. They truly want me. I can’t believe…

… this can’t be real.

My eyes move back and forth between them. They’re watching me closely, perhaps afraid I’ll have another outburst. Bucky pulls me into him, crashing our chests together as I stand between his legs.

I stare into those fathomless blue pools - they weaken me like nothing in this world ever has. “I know that you both have your own issues. I have them, too. The last thing I’d ever want to do is compound yours by adding mine to the mix.” I stroke my fingers through the hair at Bucky’s temple and he closes his eyes with a small sigh that I savor.

“It’s something we probably need to talk about, I don’t want you caught off guard when I have another panic attack, or a serious depressive episode, or maybe something involving my physical ailments. I ain’t like your other girls. I’m older. I have health problems. I can’t have children… I.. I’m sorry.” I shake my head sadly. “I’ve had some fucked up shit happen in my life that colors how I see myself and this world.”

My eyes land on Steve and he’s watching me with a look of unadulterated adoration. With my fingers still in Bucky’s hair, reach out with my other hand, brushing Steve’s cheek with my thumb.

“What I’m saying is I don’t wanna be a burden.” I close my eyes willing the tears away. “I’m tryin’ real hard not to bleed on y'all, you know?”

Bucky falls back and pulls me with him down onto the bed, bouncing as I land on top of him. He’s so warm beneath me, so comfortable. He slides his hands down my sides tracing my curves appreciatively, releasing a low growl that gives me goosebumps. I nuzzle my cheek against his chest and look over at Steve who smiles down at the two of us.

“Get over here you precious little shit.” I reach out to him grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him down with us. I snake my arm around him as he falls down beside our bodies, cuddling into Bucky’s side.

He raises a large hand to cup my cheek and then flashes me one of those blindingly bright Steve smiles. “Whatever happens, Melissa, we’ll deal with it. You are too important to us, this is too important to us. We can’t lose you. Not now, not ever.” His voice is calm, soft, and reassuring.

I feel like my heart is in my throat and when Bucky presses his forehead against my shoulder, his breath tickling my neck, I instantly relax. Soft, plump lips brush my skin, voice so low the timbre barely above a whisper. “Bleed on me. I can take it. I want it.” I feel his teeth against my neck, nipping sharply. “Bleed on me, Angel.”

The departure in how they each respond to what I’ve said is startling. The intent is clearly the same. The approach, however, is vastly different.

The light and the dark.

It’s barely been a week. A whirlwind of a week, mind you. The most insane week thus far in my entire existence.

I am comfortable with them. I am home with them. I feel happy and protected and desired and … loved. It’s then I realize that I can never spend another day in this life without them. I simply cannot.

Mon Soleil et Ma Lune.

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Paper Moon Part 13

MB - @thecountessakasha here once more. Part 13 is finally finished. There’s a bunch of smut in it to make up for the last chapter.

I’m going to tag a couple people who I’ve told about this and my really special love who keeps betaing this for me @evansscruff - thank you, darling.

A/N: Bucky and Steve end up at a venue that has a 40s night and meet an OFC, Melissa Rose, a singer in a local club. They both are smitten by her, and start to vie for her affections. They end up finding out more about themselves in the process.

This honestly started out as maybe a one shot but as I got going, I decided it’ll be chapters. How many? No frigging idea. This is my absolute first time writing a fic of any sort and yes I did base the OFC on myself. I hope y'all enjoy.

Word count: 3200+ because I am a wordy bitch.

Warnings: Minimal angst. Mega smut. And as always, a lil fluff.

STEVE’S POV

Bucky and I finished cleaning up the kitchen while Melissa was still in the bedroom. We could hear her tearing apart her closet and muttering to herself obviously trying to find the perfect thing to wear to the tower.

“Maybe we should go help her, man. She’s gonna drive herself crazy.” He’s running a hand through his hair and looking at me with his brows knit in worry.

I glance down the hallway as I hear the thud of shoes obviously hitting the wall. “I mean, maybe? I don’t know. I don’t know how to do this. To navigate this.”

Laughing softly, Bucky waves a hand at me. “It’s fine, Steve. I got it.” He gestures to the living room, “Maybe you can clean the rest of this place up while I help her, alright?”

“Alright. That’s sounds like a plan.” I get to work on the living room, straightening up. I didn’t intend to do a deep clean, but as I got into it, I figured I may as well. She deserves the world, but for now a nice clean apartment will do.

While cleaning, I’m also exploring. Learning more and more about her. She clearly values comfort over appearance. An overstuffed couch, two big recliners, an old oak coffee table covered in little nooks and crannies to organize things. Warm and worn hardwood floors, small lamps placed here and there give an inviting atmosphere.

Floor to ceiling windows make up the wall her couch faces. They give a perfect view of the busy city street below. The other three walls are lined with bookshelves that are stuffed to the gills with everything from classics to non-fiction tomes on the Holy Land to current newspapers and magazines.

I run my fingers over the spines of the various books as I dust, feeling as if I can get a sense of her by touching things she obviously holds dear. These books are well loved, well used.

There are pictures in frames everywhere. Family, friends, fans I assume. Her stunning wide smile is ever present in all the ones she’s in. Even those that are clearly her as a child. I love how she’s memorialized these experiences.

Making my way around my eyes land on one that gives me pause. It looks older, like a picture from my time. A beautiful young woman with dark waves, near crystalline eyes, and a small smile that looks as if she’s holding a secret.

She looks so much like Melissa.

I make a mental note to ask her about it.

New Orleans street scenes, shots of the Gulf of Mexico, fleur-de-lis, magnolias, oak trees, pelicans, and stylized skulls in the manner of Dia de Los Muertos make up most of the art pieces that join the photographs littered about her apartment. Nearly every square inch of wall and available table space is covered by something.

I spy a couple of hand woven reed baskets overflowing with spare blankets, a large standing empty ashtray by one recliner, and a huge brass hookah with what looks to be about 4 pipes is in one corner. I’ve never seen her smoke, never tasted it on her. Maybe she has it for guests.

On a little table perched beside one of the recliners is a large, messy stack of sheet music with lyrics handwritten on the pages. I gather the papers, intending to merely put them in a more orderly pile but curiosity gets the better of me and start to thumb through them.

Looking them over, I see she has written little notes for herself near the titles. “Tennessee Whiskey in the style of Chris Stapleton. At Last in the style of Etta James. Between the Bars in the style of Madeleine Peyroux. Hallelujah in the style of k. d. lang. Brave by Jhene Aiko. WWOZ by BTE.” I’m reading them aloud, wondering what they would sound like in her voice.

I come to the next one and my eyes widen, “Fucked My Way Up To the Top by Lana del Rey.” With grin and a shake of my head, I straighten the papers and set them back on the little end table.

“Find something interesting, Steve?”

I nearly jump out of my skin at the proximity of her voice. “Holy shit, Melissa. You can’t sneak up on an old man like that.”

Her head falls backwards as she gives one of her full, loud laughs, “And here I thought you were a super soldier.” She reaches out running a fingernail down my forearm.

Turning to face her, my eyes take her in. “Melissa…you look great.” I can see nearly all of her tattoos, the ones decorating her legs, her arms, her shoulders, a tiny peek of the one down her spine. My knees weaken a bit when I realize I can also see the outline of those delicious little barbells through the material of the dress.

She looks down at her dangerously low cut sundress then back up to me, her cheeks and chest flushing pink at the compliment. She hooks a thumb over her shoulder, “Bucky’s suggestion.”

I see him grinning behind her nodding his head. “As soon as I saw it, stuffed all the way in the back of the closet I might add, I knew that’s what I’d want to see her in. Seems you like it, too.”

“I do!” I grab her in my arms, spinning her around, her feet swinging off the floor. She starts laughing loudly, “Bucky help me!”

“Hey, you’re on your own, Angel. Ya gotta take the consequences for being so beautiful.”

She groans loudly at the cheesy statement. “God, y'all are dorky.” I start to laugh as I plant her back on the floor, taking note of the black strappy sandals adorning her perfectly pedicured feet.

I lean down kissing her gently, taking her a little by surprise. “I was just looking around. I love seeing all the pictures you have.” Gesturing to the one I was most curious about I continue “Who is this beautiful dame? You look an awful lot like her.”

Melissa reaches out for the picture, holding it gingerly in her hands. “My maternal grandmother. She’s the one who gifted me with her knowledge of wartime era fashion. Her and my grandfather taught me all the songs. They also taught me all the dances. Everyone in the family always said I was her spitting image.”

Bucky gives a soft hum of approval, “Then we owe her a great debt.”

She brushes her fingers tenderly over the image. “They all said it was like she’d been made again in me. I was just like her in temperament and personality. Looks, too. Except for one thing.” Her eyes meet mine. “She had ice blue eyes and I ended up with the Irish green from my father’s side.” She shrugs a little.

“And a stunning green they are. My favorite color.” I slide my hands down her arms then take her hands in mine. “Are you ready, doll? I know this is still very overwhelming for you. But we’ll be there. Right beside you. Each step of the way.”

“They’re gonna love you.” Bucky’s low voice comes out muffled as he’s taken up the position standing behind her, his lips attached to one of her exposed shoulders.

She wraps an arm around my waist resting her head on my chest, then pulls Bucky closer behind her. “If you two think you’re ready, then I’m ready. I won’t say I’m not scared. I am. But some things in life take risk. And I believe you two to be worth that risk.” Her eyes find mine as she speaks the last sentence, and I can see the worry. I can also see how sincere and how heartfelt her words are.

“Merci, Maîtresse.”

“Thank you, Angel.”

BUCKY’S POV

While I make Steve clean her apartment, I quietly slide into her bedroom. What I see makes me stop in my tracks. She has torn apart her closet, her dressers. Shoes and clothes are strewn everywhere.

She’s sitting on the floor, back against the bed looking on the verge of tears. “Angel? Melissa? Are you alright?”

Shaking her head she gestures toward the room, “I have nothing to wear. I can't… I can’t go to the tower. I can’t meet the team. They’re your family, Bucky. I need to make a good impression.” Her voice is small, soft, tinged with fear.

I sit on the floor beside her and gather her in my arms, “Hey, hey. It’s ok.” My fingers slide up the sides of neck and I cup her cheeks turning her face to mine. “Listen to me. You’re beautiful. No matter what you wear, you are beautiful. I want you to be comfortable. That’s my main concern.”

“It’s going to be enough of a shock to them about you and Steve. When they meet me and realize the part I play in this, they’re going to hate me.” She’s trembling as she says these words. “And so are your adoring fans. I just …I don’t fit the bill. Not to mention when we go public with our relationship. People won’t be able to handle it.”

I tighten my grip on her. “Melissa, we are all adults here. This is our choice. So what if people don’t like it? They don’t live our lives.” My thumbs brush her cheeks. “And Steve and I want you. More than that, we need you. Neither he nor I have felt as good in our lives as we have since you came along. It fits. You fit. You belong with us.”

She seems as if she has some reply, some counter, but she closes her mouth and just looks at me. Really looks at me. After a moment, she places her hand on my chest and shakes her head. “Oh, Bucky.”

Seeing her like this, I’m overcome. She is perfection and she just doesn’t believe it. I give a shake of my head and suddenly I’m pressing my lips to hers. Her eyes widen a second then she’s kissing me back, sighing softly into my mouth. Her small hands grab for me, tugging at my shirt.

My fingers slip into her robe, pushing it off her shoulders to let it pool around her hips. I’m groaning against her skin as I move from her lips to her jaw making my way to her chin. “How can you not see that? How can I make you understand?”

She’s melting under my touch, her fingers slipping into my hair pulling me close. My lips move against the hollow of her neck, “Everything about you makes me crave more and more.” My tongue darts out licking along her collarbone, teeth nipping at the muscle connecting her neck and shoulder.

I have never heard such delicious sounds from anyone in my life.

“Bucky…” she’s whining. “I have to get dressed, baby boy.” I slip my hand lower, the backs of my knuckles just barely brushing against the wetness between her legs.

I growl against her neck, “But you’re soaking for me, Angel. How can I resist?” My fingers part her folds and I find her little swollen bundle of nerves, pressing against it lightly.

A gasp falls from her lips and I bring my left hand up to cover her mouth. “Shhhhh, lover.” She gives a little whimper as I pull her onto my lap, and I quickly shimmy my sweats down. My hardness slides against the damp heat between her legs making me groan.

Our lips crash together, the kiss all tongues and teeth. She wraps her body around mine as I slide into her, sheathing myself fully. “Oh fuck…” she whispers, her forehead pressing against my chest. Her fingers glide into my hair and she yanks my head back forcefully, her eyes meeting mine.

The gaze is heated, longing and we stare at each other for a moment before her hips start to move a bit, letting me know it’s ok to begin. I grip her ass, fingers digging into her flesh as I start the push pull of her on my cock.

“Quickly, baby boy. Harder…” She has one hand still tightly wrapped in my hair, tugging. Her other raking nails down my back filling me with a shiver of sweet pleasure at the pain. Her hips rock in time with my thrusts.

I take one hand and slip it between us, finger tripping over her clit in small circles as I keep thrusting up into her. “That’s it Bucky baby… yes just like that..fuck I’m close…”

She bites into my shoulder to muffle her screams as her orgasm washes over her. “Fuck Angel you’re so Goddamn tight…!” and I’m spilling into her, her climax setting off mine. We shudder together then still, breathing heavily wrapped up in each other’s arms.

“I hope I didn’t break your skin.” She laughs darkly, licking the spot where she bit me.

I snort, “Somehow I don’t think you’ll lose sleep over it if you did.” I pull back and place a kiss on the tip of her scrunched up nose. “Now, where were we? Oh yes. Let’s find you something to wear.”

MELISSA’S POV

Yep. The death of me.

I’m dressed in a rather revealing sundress that Bucky picked out. The bodice of which is a deep blue that fades into a lovely aqua by the time it reaches the hem resting just above my knees. I’m not sure I’m entirely comfortable with it. I do love these strappy gladiator style sandals that wrap up and around my calves, though.

Both he and Steve have assured me I’ve never looked more beautiful and that it’s the perfect thing to wear for the “mission” we’re undertaking. If they are happy, then I am happy.

They’re currently my giant bookends as we walk the few blocks toward the tower, arms linked, chatting between ourselves. Occasionally they’ll lean over me and peck little kisses on each other’s lips and it makes my heart swell.

I look up at each of them just before we reach the tower. A little gasp comes from me as I get choked up, teeth pressing harshly into my bottom lip. “Y'all. Can we just …can we hold up for a second?”

They stop immediately looking down at me as I stare at the massive building across the street from us. My eyes move from the bottom all the way to the top spire and the gigantic A adorning it.

I’m taking slow, deep breaths. Steve moves in front of me, fingers sliding around the back of my neck, thumb brushing my cheek. “It’s ok, Melissa. I promise. We promise.” I feel Bucky’s arm around my waist, squeezing my side reassuringly.

“I trust you. Both of you.” I reach for Steve, kissing him hard. Pulling away from him I turn and do the same with Bucky. I close my eyes, once again taking several deep breaths. My hands clench and unclench. After a long moment I link my arms into each of theirs and give a sharp, quick nod of my head. “Alright. Let’s do this.”

Stepping off the curb and crossing the street we make our way into the lobby. A couple of quick turns, a couple of quick hellos to random employees and we reach a deserted corridor. A female voice comes from somewhere, greeting the boys.

“Captain Rogers. Sergeant Barnes. Glad to see you’re back.”

Steve pipes up, “F.R.I.D.A.Y., we’ve brought a guest. She’ll be visiting often. Her name is Melissa Rose. Can you please set up a profile for her?”

A profile? What the fuck…?

As Steve speaks to this… F.R.I.D.A.Y., Bucky realizes I’ve frozen in place. His fingers link through mine and he runs a hand down my arm, “It’s ok. It’s just a matter of precaution. We want you to be safe here. And that requires some security measures.” He brings my hand to his lips, placing a feather light kiss on my palm.

“Of course, Captain Rogers.” Steve guides me to a wall with scanners and such on it. “State your name, please, ma'am.”

“Melissa Anne Rose.”

“Now, please step forward and place your hand against the plate. Lean in and keep your eyes open so that I may scan those as well.”

At least her voice is comforting. I do as she asks, giving her a scan of my right palm as well as my eyes. Suddenly, red beams are scanning my whole body. After a few seconds, she speaks again.

“Thank you, Ms. Rose. I have everything I need.”

“O..okay.” I turn to the boys, “Well, now y'all know everything, huh?” my lips quirking into a small smirk as they laugh.

“Come on, Angel. Let’s head up.” Bucky takes my hand, pulling me to the elevator as Steve follows.

“Lounge floor, F.R.I.D.A.Y., if you please.”

“Of course, Captain Rogers.”

The elevator doors close and suddenly they’re both pressing against me. Steve has his face buried in the crook of my neck as he’s pushing me back against Bucky’s chest. “You look so beautiful, it’s been hard keeping my hands to myself.” He paws at me, making my knees weak. Bucky is holding me up, keeping me steady on my feet as Steve takes advantage of the small space.

I feel his thumbs scratch against the material covering my nipples and it’s then he realizes I’m not wearing a bra. He tugs lightly on the barbells, grinning against my neck. “Melissa… you’re so naughty.”

“This dress doesn’t have a need for a bra, mon petit Capitaine.” I feel Bucky’s hands on my hips, gripping them tightly as Steve growls against my neck. His hand travels down reaching the hem of the dress. He tugs then lifts it slightly, rubbing his fingers against my clothed core. I immediately start to soak through the flimsy cotton, my knees buckling, “Shit, Steve.”

I hear Bucky chuckle darkly behind me. “What’s wrong, Angel?”

“You know Goddamn well what’s wrong, Sergeant.” Steve takes advantage of Bucky distracting me to slip two fingers inside the waistband and into my dripping cunt. “Steve! Fucking hell…”

“Oh god, Maîtresse. You’re soaking.” He quickly kneels down, his strong arms parting my legs as Bucky continues to hold me up. I feel Steve’s tongue press against the fabric covering me, then he roughly pulls it aside to assault my folds with his mouth.

I cry out loudly which brings Bucky’s hand to cover my mouth. “Quiet, Angel. No need to arouse suspicion.” He drops his mouth to my neck, nibbling and licking as Steve devours my pussy. His grunts and groans sending vibrations all through my body.

I cum hard and quick, all over Steve’s talented mouth, my screams muffled by Bucky’s hand. I release Steve’s hair, which I had bunched tightly in my right hand, and he stands after fixing my underwear and my dress. Licking his lips, he grins, leaning in to kiss me. God I love tasting myself on their tongues.

He then grabs Bucky over me, kissing him hard so that they share my flavor. I feel Steve’s hand on my breast, tugging gently at the barbell there through the fabric of my dress. I giggle softly, trying to fix his hair.

Separating as the doors open to the lounge floor, we exit the elevator with huge smiles plastered on our faces. As we step into the large room, the boys grab my hands in theirs as they bracket me. Steve gives a wave to the room.

“Hey guys.”

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Paper Moon Part 12

MB - @thecountessakasha - back again. Part 12 is finally here for your reading amusement. I apologize in advance for the amount of angst in it. It’s sort of where my own mind is right now so it’s being reflected in the story. It’s probably gonna get worse before it gets better.

I’m going to tag a couple people who I’ve told about this and my really special love who keeps betaing this for me @evansscruff - thank you, darling.

A/N: Bucky and Steve end up at a venue that has a 40s night and meet an OFC, Melissa Rose, a singer in a local club. They both are smitten by her, and start to vie for her affections. They end up finding out more about themselves in the process.

This honestly started out as maybe a one shot but as I got going, I decided it’ll be chapters. How many? No frigging idea. This is my absolute first time writing a fic of any sort and yes I did base the OFC on myself. I hope y'all enjoy.

Word count: 3800+ because I am a wordy bitch.

Warnings: A LOT OF angst. Mega self hatred. Panic attack. A lil fluff, depending on your view of things.

STEVE’S POV

My eyes open slowly, adjusting to the ambient light trickling around the curtains of the bedroom. The bed is incredibly warm and comfortable. I feel the soft weight of a body next to mine curled up facing me, head buried into the crook of my arm, hers slung over my chest.

I breathe a relieved sigh, realizing that last night wasn’t a dream. It was real. Brushing my fingertips over Melissa’s flushed cheek, I watch her smile sleepily. Behind her, snoring softly as he spoons her, is Bucky’s form. I reach out and run those same fingertips through the strands of his hair.

I cannot believe how lucky I am. The two most precious things to me in the world are right here. They ARE my world.

I reach for my phone on the nightstand and see there’s a few missed messages, mostly from Nat.

Widow: Steve, everything alright?

Sambo: Hey, man. Looked for you and the Asshole this morning for our workout. Y'all good?

Barton: Tell me you got laid.

Tony: Yo, Capsicle. You and Tinman didn’t get lost in Brooklyn, didja?

Widow: Just checking in. Giving you a heads up, people are asking where you are.

Looking over the two sleeping treasures next to me again, I click away, answering her.

Please don’t worry about us. Bucky and I are fine. We’re at Melissa’s. Together. I’ll explain everything when I can.

I lock the phone setting it back down, knowing that’s probably enough of an explanation for her. But certainly won’t work for everyone else on the team.

This will be an interesting conversation. Melissa will have to meet everyone, of course. But, I don’t want to rush her either. I know she’s still unsure about all of this.

With another deep sigh of contentment, I slide out of the bed slipping on my jeans and t-shirt. I kiss each of them on their forehead before heading out to begin making breakfast for us.

Rummaging around in Melissa’s little kitchen, I find a few things to eat. But not much. Well, she WAS a single woman. I shouldn’t have expected much, I suppose.

I head back into the bedroom to grab my phone and as I do, I admire them one more time. Shaking my head in disbelief, a smile creeps onto my lips. I close the door quietly and call the grocery store down the street to get some things delivered.

While I wait, I flop down on the sofa and turn on the TV. My ears prick up, hearing someone join me. I turn and see Bucky, clad only in his sweat pants, slung low on his hips. He yawns and stretches before joining me on the sofa.

“Melissa still asleep?”

He’s nodding as he leans back rubbing his eyes, “Yeah, man. She’s out cold. I somehow doubt she’s an early riser, seeing as how she works mostly at night. She did mention to me the other day that she’s not much of a morning person.” he adds, chuckling a little.

I grin widely, “Well, she wasn’t much into buying food either ‘cause there’s hardly any here. I ordered some stuff from down the street for delivery. I was gonna make breakfast for us.”

“Good. I could eat the whole grocery store right now.” He rubs his belly.

I give him a smirk, “You’re always hungry. That’s nothing new.”

An easy silence falls between us as we both gaze at the news. After a while, I feel his eyes on me and I can tell he wants to say something. “What is it?”

“Do you…” He pauses here, brows knit in hesitancy, clearly unsure of how to proceed.

“Think this is going to work?”

He nods, “Yeah. That.” His eyes meet mine. “Do you? I really want it to. Last night I felt right. I felt whole. I felt like the man I am supposed to be. But…”

“But what, Buck? We can do this. I believe we can do this. It’s clearly what we all want. If we want it badly enough, we can make anything work, right?” I reach out, cupping the back of his neck, my thumb rubbing little circles on his jaw.

He closes his eyes and sighs, resting a hand on my wrist. “You’re right. I just worry about Melissa. I honestly think it’ll be most difficult for her.”

“Yeah, I agree.” My eyes flicker to the hallway then back to him. “I just want her happy. She makes me happy. I know she makes you happy. She’s had a rough go of things in her life. I think it’s only fair that you and I try to make sure she’s as happy as we are. Does that make sense?”

He leans his head into my palm, “It makes perfect sense to me. And it probably will to her, too. But she’s stubborn, and she’s very unsure that she even deserves happiness….” He trails off a bit, then adds, “I know that feeling all too well.”

“I’m not saying this won’t take work. It will. From all three of us. And yeah, we’re gonna be judged and talked about. But that’s just how it’s gonna be.” I give him a one shoulder shrug, “You’re both worth it to me. You’re both worth everything. Anything.”

I’m watching his cheeks color brightly at my words when there’s a knock on the door. We both jump up to get it. Bucky gets there first, and murmurs, “Winner.” under his breath, smirking.

I roll my eyes and start taking the bags from the delivery boy as Bucky pays him. The kid at the door looks him over then me as I take the last bag, recognition taking hold. “Hey! You’re Captain-”

“Yeah, yeah, here ya go, kid.” chuckling as I hand him an extra twenty for his troubles before closing the door in his bewildered face.

Bucky’s already unpacking the bags and filling the fridge and cabinets when I pad back into the kitchen. Rubbing the back of my neck I raise an eyebrow, “That was a little awkward.”

He stops what he’s doing, shutting the fridge but not turning around. After a small silence, I hear his voice. “It won’t be the last time. And he’s probably already tweeted he saw Captain America and the Winter Soldier in some little apartment together this morning.”

He turns finally, meeting my eyes. “We need to be prepared for this, Steve. She needs to be prepared.” He nods down the hallway, “She’s right about this being a big deal. It’s going to be a big deal about you and I. When you add her to the mix, it’ll be even bigger. We need to talk to the team as soon as we can. They need to know before they read it in the news.”

As I start the pancake batter, I hear a soft yawn from the hallway. “You’re right. We need to do this today. I was hoping we could give her more time, but…” I trail off when she emerges into the living room.

Shuffling into view, I take her in, my heart fluttering. She’s pulled her hair up into a loose bun on the top of her head, her face freshly scrubbed. A tight tank top covers her top half and I can still see those delightful little barbells poking through while baggy pajama pants hang loosely from her hips.

She wrinkles her nose a little as she spies us in the kitchen, “Whatery’alldoin’?”

Bucky chuckles softly at her groggy morning voice, and I’m grinning like an idiot, “Well, I was going to make breakfast for us, but you didn’t have much of anything here. So I ordered a bunch of groceries for delivery and I’m starting the pancakes now.” I gesture to Bucky, “He’s in charge of coffee.”

He moves over to her kissing her softly on the forehead before guiding her to the couch. “Just sit and relax. We’ll take care of everything.”

Her eyes narrow at him as she sits on the sofa. “Okay….” There’s a clear tone of skepticism in her voice. “Well, can I at least get in there and take my pills?”

I look over at Bucky, and he’s already pouring her a glass of orange juice, no pulp, I note, and looking through her cabinets to find the pills.

“Upper one next to the fridge.” She calls out without turning to look, apparently aware of what he was doing. He pulls out like six various bottles, vitamins included. With his eyes wide, he looks at me. I mirror his own expression back to him and shrug, finishing up the pancakes before getting started on the eggs and bacon.

“One of each, Bucky.” He doles them out and brings them to her with the glass of juice. “Super soldiers don’t have to worry about genetic deficiencies or getting old like the rest of us.” She pops them all in at once, chugging the whole glass. “Merci, Sergeant.” She adds with a wink.

He leans over the back of the sofa, kissing her temple, “Anything for you, Angel.”

BUCKY’S POV

That’s quite a few pills. Reminds me of when Steve was younger. I mean, I realize she doesn’t have super soldier serum or anything, but I don’t want her suffering needlessly. I can’t stomach the thought of her being sick or losing her before her time. I wonder if Banner could help her out any.

I glance back at her sitting on the sofa as she quietly watches the news and Steve finishes up the cooking. I lean over to him speaking lowly enough that I know she won’t hear me, but he will, “I want her to see Banner and Dr. Cho. That’s a lot of meds, man.”

He’s plating the eggs and bacon and pancakes and he nods. “Well, she’s going to have to meet everyone today anyway. So, I’ll suggest it to her?” I give him a nod back in agreement.

“Angel, I hope you’re hungry. Steve’s made a ton of food.” As she joins us at the kitchen island her eyes widen. “Mon Dieu! How many people are eating?”

Steve and I look at each other then burst out laughing, “Just us, Maîtresse.”

Her eyes are the size of dinner plates as she looks over the spread. I slide her a cup of coffee, smirking, “I guess you haven’t seen super soldiers eat.”

Pouring sugar and creamer into her steaming cup, she stirs the coffee before taking a long drink. She moans appreciatively and shakes her head, “Can’t say as I have, since y'all two are the only ones I know.”

“Well, Angel. We eat a lot.” I load up on the eggs and bacon before using a separate plate for my huge stack of pancakes. Steve does the same.

She pushes the eggs away from her side of the island, making a face before grabbing three pancakes and a couple slices of bacon.

“Wait. Don’t tell me you don’t eat eggs, either?” Steve is holding back his laughter as I look at her with brows raised.

Her tongue slides out as she makes a disgusted face, nose squished up, looking all kinds of cute. “No fucking way. So. Gross.”

With that Steve loses it. He’s laughing so hard he has tears. As he wipes at his eyes, I’m just agog at her. “Woman, you are the pickiest eater I’ve ever met in my life.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know I’ve made it nearly forty two years on this planet being a picky eater. I think I’m doin’ jus’ fine.” She sticks her tongue out at me and flips Steve the bird, before slathering butter all over her pancakes but using very little syrup.

Steve is still laughing, and I’m grinning like a kid with a new toy.

Holy shit. The team is going to LOVE her. I can’t wait for them to meet her. Speaking of….

“So we thought it might be a good idea if we took you to the tower today. You know, see our place. Meet the team.” I toss this out, popping a piece of bacon in my mouth, leaning back to gauge her reaction.

She has a fork full of pancake and she pauses just before she eats it, mouth open. After a moment, she closes her mouth and puts the fork down on her plate, not having taken the bite. “T… today?”

Steve and I exchange looks, and I press on. “Yeah. Is that OK? I know it probably seems like we’re moving kinda fast on this, but I don’t want to lose you. I know he doesn’t either.” I nod toward Steve. “You’re going to have to eventually, so why not now?”

Her eyes narrow, watching me. “Did something happen?” She doesn’t trust a single person she meets. Not one. Can’t say as I blame her, knowing her history.

“Well, to be honest, the deliver boy saw Bucky and I here.” Steve reaches over and takes her hand. “Obviously, he doesn’t know whose place this is, but he DID see Captain America and the Winter Soldier looking very comfortable and at home in a small apartment away from the tower.”

I run my hand through my hair. “It’s very probable that it’s all over social media this morning that we’re spending time away from the team. Together. If you catch my drift.”

She’s chewing on the inside of her mouth, her eyes sliding back and forth between the pair of us. Pushing the half eaten breakfast away from her, she slides her hand out of Steve’s darting down the hallway toward the bathroom.

We hear the door slam and she’s clearly losing what little she ate, and probably anything else that was in her stomach.

“Fuck.” I’m out of my chair in a flash and at the bathroom door. “Melissa, sweetheart…? Are you alright?”

Steve looks petrified as he moves to join me. “Oh god, doll, I’m so sorry…” He meets my stoney gaze with one of abject fear. I shake my head at him, my lips pressed into a thin line.

“No. No.” Her voice is strained and I can hear her damn near panting she’s breathing so rapidly. “Panic attack.” I mouth at Steve.

After a long, protracted silence we finally hear her voice again. “It’s ok. I'm… I’m alright,” comes the shaky answer from the other side of the door. The toilet flushes and I hear the water running in the sink. She opens the door and stands in the frame staring at the pair of us.

I reach out tentatively, then draw my hand back. If there’s one thing I know about, it’s panic attacks. Tread lightly.

I hold my arms open, an invitation to hold her if she so wishes. After a moment, she falls into my embrace and starts to cry. I wrap my arms around her and press my face to the top of her head. “I’m sorry we’re rushing you.”

Steve doesn’t move closer, knowing it might be too much. “It was selfish of us, Melissa, and I’m sorry. It can wait until you’re ready.”

I know he remembers how I was before T’challa helped me. He knows to take it slow after an attack.

Keeping her wrapped in my arms, I walk her toward the bedroom. “Do you want to lay down, sweetheart?” She hasn’t said anything but she’s still crying. I feel her nod against my chest.

“Ok, ok, Angel. Come on.” I guide her to the bed, laying down with her, my arms still encircling her tightly. She keeps her face buried in my chest, the sobs still wracking her body. Steve paces near the doorway, wringing his hands. “Do you want Steve to lay with us?” I feel her nod again so I wave him over.

He climbs onto the bed behind her, wrapping his form around her. I can feel her relax a little, “Is that better?” Another subtle nod and I pull the hair tie from her tresses. I start to run my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp. Steve is gently rubbing wide circles on her back.

Her sobbing is slowing and I can feel her breathing returning to normal after a little while. Finally I hear her soft, husky voice, “Alright. I’ll meet them today.”

MELISSA’S POV

I feel like a complete asshole for freaking out like that. They have much more important things to worry about than my little personal, bullshit insecurities.

I’m still clinging to Bucky, my face pressed against his chest, “I’m sorry I reacted like that. I guess… I just wasn’t expecting everything to go so fast and I got scared.” Not to mention your teammates as well as the public are going to hate me.

Steve hugs me from behind and I feel his breath tickle the shell of my ear, “Never apologize for how you feel. We were wrong to push you so fast.” He nuzzles into the back of my neck and I can feel my body relax even more.

“Melissa, please understand we never meant to force your hand.” Bucky curls a finger under my chin, pulling my gaze to his. My breath catches as I look into those ocean eyes. “I know what you’re feeling, Angel. I know the insecurity. The self hatred. I know it’s overwhelming.”

My eyes slide away from his, face blooming bright pink, embarrassed to be called out. To be so easily read. He starts planting little kisses on my heated cheeks.

“I know because I have those thoughts, too.” His voice makes his chest rumble against me as he talks. “It’s going to be ok. Hey…” I drag my gaze back to his. “I promise. I’m yours. Steve is yours. No matter what.”

Steve nods against my back at Bucky’s words. “More importantly, you’re ours.” There’s a pause, “If you want to be. That choice is always, always up to you.” He plants small kisses at the base of my neck, just under the tattoo I have there.

Giving a soft sigh I move one hand up Bucky’s chest and the other behind me to hug Steve closer. “That’s not even in doubt. I’m yours. Both of yours. For as long as you want me.” I shake my head, eyes closing, “That’s the real question. Whether I’m worth all of this.”

They both begin to scoff at my words, but I press on. “Because I’m not. You’ll see. You’ll eventually see. It’s like I said before. It’ll be better for you when it’s just the two of you. I’ll never be accepted. Either by your teammates or by the public.”

I let the matter drop, my eyes filling with tears once more. They silently slip down my face, as I close my eyes. I don’t see the look that the boys share over my head, but I can feel Bucky shaking his head. Steve’s hands move from my back to my sides, trying to sooth me, comfort me.

“That doesn’t matter, Melissa. Those things, they don’t matter to us. You just watch. We’ll make you believe it.” Bucky’s shifting closer, pressing against me, wrapping his arms around both Steve and I. “This is what matters. This. Right here. In my arms.”

He rests his cheek on the crown of my head, sighing contentedly. They feel so good surrounding me like this, so warm, so perfectly like the home I’ve craved for as long as I can remember. How does this feel so right?

“I probably overreacted this morning about the delivery boy. I’m so, so sorry. But, we do really want you to meet the team. Because, honestly, we want to show you off. We want to show them how special you are to us.” Steve is still rubbing my side gently. His lips move against the skin between my shoulder blades as he speaks.

“It’s ok, I understand your reaction. Y'all are public people. You have to be careful. I was just… really unprepared.” I breathe in deeply, nestling into Bucky’s chest, pulling Steve’s arms tighter around me. “New York has certainly been a very interesting experience for this old southern gal.”

“Maîtresse, do you want to take a shower now? Will you allow Bucky and I to take care of you this morning?” Steve nips at the soft spot between my shoulder and my neck and Bucky starts to kiss along my collar bone.

Oh, they make it so hard to concentrate.

I let out an appreciative moan before answering, “Y'all are too good to me.” They quickly divest me of what little clothing I have on and Steve picks me up off the bed, bridal style, carrying me to the bathroom.

Bucky is right behind us reaching into the large shower, turning it on to warm up. Steve lets me stand, and they both strip before we all get in the shower together.

I stand there staring up at them and shake my head in disbelief. “Good thing this shower is so big.” I snort a little as I laugh and Bucky plants a little kiss on my nose. He’s already grabbing the shampoo and massaging it into my hair.

Steve leans down and whispers in my ear. “Now I know why you smell so good.” He’s lathering up a washcloth with my soap and starts scrubbing my shoulders.

They take their time, cleaning me thoroughly, slowly, lovingly. It’s difficult for me to allow this and they can sense it. But I do allow it.

“Thank you for this.” My voice is low and I’m not sure if they even hear me. But I should know they can. They make sure to wash themselves as well.

I feel Bucky kneel behind me, placing little kisses along my hips where my back meets the curve of ass. None of this is meant to be seductive. I can feel it. It’s meant to be loving. Caring. Close to a sort of worship.

Steve is standing before me, his fingers trailing through my wet, freshly cleaned tresses as the hot water bathes the three of us.

It’s quiet. No talking. Just small noises of comfort and delight and adoration. All of us merely enjoying the contact. Hands caressing, learning. Relaxing in the presence of each other.

Once we’re all washed and rinsed one of them shuts the water off and Steve steps out first, gathering towels. He tosses one to Bucky and keeps one himself, the both of them working to dry my skin. They then dry themselves before Bucky gathers me in his arms, moving me back to the bed.

“Rest, Angel. Rest while we clean up the kitchen.” My brows knit as I watch him slide his sweats back on, Steve pulling on his jeans.

I sit on the bed, using one of the towels on my wet hair, watching the pair of them. I don’t know if they see my expression, but I’m sure my face is painted with confusion and skepticism.

Steve turns, grinning.

“Trust us, Maîtresse.”

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Paper Moon Masterlist

PAPER MOON MASTERLIST

A/N: Bucky and Steve end up at a venue that has a 40s night and meet an OFC, Melissa Rose, the performer at the venue. They both are smitten by her and start to vie for her affections. They end up finding out more about themselves in the process.

This honestly started out as maybe a one shot but as I got going I decided it’ll be chapters. How many? No frigging idea. This is my absolute first time writing a fic of any sort and yes I did base the OFC on myself. I hope y'all enjoy.

Warnings: Series will contain: angst, self doubt / hatred, detailed *unprotected* smut, (F/M, M/M, F/M/M, F/F, F/F/M), fluff, unconventional relationships, poly relationship, drinking, smoking, drug use, cussing

I thought this might be useful for everyone so I don’t have to keep posting the full stories and you can read the whole saga so far to your heart’s desire.

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Part 11

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Paper Moon Part 11

MB - @thecountessakasha back again! Ok. I am super, duper sorry Part 11 took so long. Since I have a new job and come home everyday exhausted beyond measure, it’s taken me much longer to get this part together. Good news is, it’s finally here! Hopefully the amount of smut in it will make up for it? Because it’s pretty much 100% smut.

I’m going to tag a couple people who I’ve told about this and my really special love who keeps betaing this for me @evansscruff - thank you, darling. You are a literal angel sent from heaven.

A/N: Bucky and Steve end up at a venue that has a 40s night and meet an OFC, Melissa Rose, a singer in a local club. They both are smitten by her and start to vie for her affections. However, they end up finding out more about themselves in the process.

This honestly started out as maybe a one shot but as I got going, I decided it’ll be chapters. How many? No frigging idea. This is my absolute first time writing a fic of any sort and yes I did base the OFC on myself. I hope y'all enjoy.

Word count: 3500+ because I am a wordy bitch.

Warnings: A little angst if you squint. DETAILED SUPER SMUT. (F/M, M/M, F/M/M) (Also if anyone is uncomfortable with them not practicing safe sex, let me know. There ARE reasons and they HAVE discussed them amongst themselves. I just didn't detail it here.) Possible fluff, depending on your view of things.

STEVE’S POV

I cannot believe this is actually happening. I’m sitting at Melissa’s little kitchen bar with her and Bucky while we eat Chinese and laugh and talk and spill secrets. Everything is feeling right and perfect. It’s as if my world view righted itself and everything fell into its proper place. It feels… like home. Finally like home.

I look between them as they laugh at something or another, and she’s punching his arm at something he’s said and it doesn’t matter because - Oh my god they are a vision together. And they’re mine. They’re both mine.

They stop when they realize I’ve been quiet for a while, just watching them and I hear her silky voice. “Steve honey? You alright?”

Her brows are kinked upward, looking a little worried. Bucky’s head is tilting to the side and he’s looking at me slightly concerned. She’s beautiful. He’s gorgeous. And they’re mine.

“Yeah, doll. I'm…. I’m perfect. I’ve never felt this good in my life.” I shake my head as if I can’t believe it. “I’m just admiring what this grand universe has granted me.”

She reaches over and brushes her thumb against my flushed cheek. Bucky matches her action and I breathe out the most contented sigh.

“I know, pal. I never thought, never dreamed I could be this happy. Certainly not after everything I’ve done. But I look at you and I look at her, and I’m rocked to the bottom of my soul…” Bucky trails off as he looks down.

I know he doesn’t believe he’s worth this, like she doesn’t. And they are, they deserve so much happiness. And I want nothing more than to give it to them as long as I breathe.

I reach for his hand, grasping it before brushing the back of it lovingly with my thumb. He looks up, eyes meeting mine as his lips curl into a soft, sad smile. “We’re going to make this work. We are. You and I have waited far too long. We deserve this.” Grabbing her hand, I add, “We all deserve this.”

Melissa gives a soft sigh of disbelief at the last part, brushing off that thought. I look directly at her, “You do. You deserve happiness. After everything you’ve told us, I’ve never been more sure of anything.” I pull her off her stool quickly and into my lap as she yelps. Chuckling at her reaction, I bury my face into her neck, nipping at the soft skin there making her squirm.

Bucky is behind me suddenly - our food abandoned as he wraps his arms around my waist, lips against my jaw making me moan softly against her.

I link my fingers through his at my hip, letting my head loll to the side to allow him more access. I can feel him inhale deeply before his tongue darts out to taste my skin.

Melissa leans in closer, her lips brushing mine in a gentle kiss before joining Bucky’s at my jaw. Their teeth nip at me, at each other’s lips, then me again and I’m losing all train of thought.

Bucky tugs my hips back against him, and I can feel his arousal pressing against me. Melissa swings her leg over my lap to straddle me, and our breathing quickens. She’s grinding her heated, damp, naked core against the bulge on my jeans each time Bucky pulls me back against his own trapped in his sweats.

I lift my arm and grab behind me pulling Bucky closer by the back of his neck, lost in the feel of him molded to me. Hips, chest, lips, tongue, teeth, his metal hand digging into the flesh of my left thigh. Melissa’s rocking on me, the fingers of my other hand tangling in her hair as we share a rough kiss. This is better than I ever imagined.

She cries out suddenly, her mouth opening fully against mine and it’s then I realize that Bucky is reaching around the other side to tease her wet folds. “Have you tasted her, Steve? Have you tasted our Angel?” His lips brush the skin behind my ear, rutting his swollen, cloth covered cock against my back.

“I have but it will never be enough. Never.” I pull away from her kiss and he’s sliding his fingers over my lips, coated in her slick, rolling the pads of them onto my tongue. Roughly, he takes the same hand and grabbing a thick hank of my hair at the crown, bending me backward to assault my mouth with his as we share her flavor between us.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life. I suck at his lips, nibbling them before letting him slide his tongue over mine. We kiss with an ease and passion like we’ve been doing it for a hundred years. Little whimpers of pleasure are coming from Melissa as she watches us from her perch atop my lap, Bucky’s hand having returned between her legs, teasing her.

He’s toying with her clit, I can tell by the noises she’s making so I slide a hand under his, dipping two fingers into her leaking entrance. The kiss between he and I becomes more hungry and heated and I pump my fingers in and out of her leisurely, loving how she feels around them.

“Angel,” he murmurs against my mouth, “Can you cum for us, right here, right now? You’re close, ain’t ya, sweetheart? I know you are. I can feel you swelling. Your tiny pink little bud, so delicate, so sensitive. She’s tightening around your fingers, isn’t she, Steve?”

I don’t move my mouth from his to answer, “Yes she is, Buck. Christ, she feels so good.” As I lick into his mouth, savoring him, I curl my fingers toward her front wall as he pinches and rolls her little bundle of nerves.

That’s all it takes and she’s falling apart for us, shuddering, “Oooohhh fuck… oh god, Steve, Bucky yes fuck yes my good boys…” Her nails rake down my back and his arm as we bring her through bliss, until she can no longer move.

Her mouth is slack, head slung to the side barely able to hold onto us. She’s collapsed on my chest, and I slip my fingers out of her, mimicking Bucky’s action from earlier and sliding them against his lips before kissing him roughly. I can feel her shaking, little tremors rocking her body while Bucky keeps brushing her clit with his thumb.

“Non, non. Too much,” and she’s sliding off my lap onto her wobbly legs. I catch her, helping her to her feet her robe still halfway open.

Bucky chuckles as he pulls away, “I think we should take her to bed, don’t you?” He’s placing little kisses on my neck, pulling Melissa in close to his chest.

The next thing I know she’s grabbing my hand as she heads down the little hallway, “Well, I certainly agree.” Her laugh echos as we all scramble toward the bedroom.

BUCKY’S POV

We’re all three fumbling toward her - our?- bedroom, giggling like school kids, unable to keep our hands off each other. I pick her up easily and toss her onto the bed, which makes her laugh and it’s SUCH an intoxicating sound.

I take advantage of Steve being distracted by it too, to grab him and kiss him full force, tugging his shirt off over his head. We’re fighting to get each other undressed. His shirt, my shirt. His jeans, my sweats. To our mutual surprise, neither of us are wearing any boxers. We grin, finally getting to feel one another, skin to skin for the first time.

I feel drunk, like back in the day when I could really get drunk, and I can’t stop kissing him. My hands explore every inch, feeling each exposed piece of flesh while he makes little sounds of pleasure doing the same to me.

His fingers find my scar, and he pauses here. It feels like everything slows down suddenly. He gingerly touches it, his eyes tinged with hurt and regret and a deep sadness as he looks me over.

I grab his wrists, stilling them, “It’s not your fault, Steve. Please don’t do that to yourself. It’s not your fault.” I let go of his wrists, cupping his face in my hands, “You didn’t know. You couldn’t know.” I pull him in for a deep, loving kiss, soft yet unyielding.

I can feel him fully relax, then press against me, needy, wanting. Our cocks brush against each other’s and we both moan softly before he’s kneeling suddenly, grasping mine in his hand.

He looks to Melissa, kneeling up beside us on the bed, and she nods, “You want to taste him, don’t you, mon bon petite Captiane?”

A grunt comes from him and I’m getting harder and harder as he grips me tight. My fingers slide into his hair, my legs trembling and she reaches out, pulling his head back so she can look at him, “Steven. Use your words.” Fuck, that tone she uses makes my knees weak.

“Oui, Maîtresse, I do.”

“Then taste him. He wants you to. Look at him, so ready to feel your mouth on him. He’s waited for decades for this, indulge him. You don’t need my approval.”

And he does and I am lost. That I can have him, her, both of them, either of them, all of them. The feel of his mouth on my sensitive head is enough to make me nearly collapse. Seeing him on his knees before me, wanting nothing more than to give me pleasure has me nearly cumming instantly.

This is everything I’ve ever wanted and now it’s happening and I still can’t believe it.

Steve is taking his time, his soft insistent tongue exploring every dip and ridge and and I’m trembling violently. It’s like he’s memorizing me, the feel of me, my scent, my sounds and reactions. Like I did with Melissa.

He looks undeniably beautiful. His mussed blonde hair all spiked in different directions from our hands, skin perfectly flushed pink in all the right places, mouth surrounding my cock as he stares up at me. His grip on my base hasn’t lessened. He keeps pumping, obviously doing to me what he knows feels good to him.

And GOD does it feel good. His tongue runs over my slit tasting the precum that gathered while we were in the kitchen and continues to flow. He lets out a moan at the flavor and I’m only moments from exploding.

“Steve…fuck..” my knees are buckling, “I’m gonna cum Steve, baby, so if you don’t want a mouthful you’re going to have to move.. Oh god..” my hands grip his hair and try to tug him backward, but he snarls possessivly and doesn’t let me back away. He keeps sucking and pumping and finally I release into his mouth, uttering a string of unintelligible words in Russian and English mixed with growls and grunts.

He swallows everything, though it takes him a bit, grinning widely, so proud of himself. I drop to my knees once he’s done, hungrily kissing him, tasting myself on his tongue. “Greedy boy, ain’t ya, jerk?” I murmur lowly as I finally pull back for a breath.

“You’re goddamn right I am, punk. I’ve waited too long for this, I’m not missing a single drop. You’re mine. Every bit of you.” And his hands are suddenly in my hair roughly pulling me into yet another fierce kiss.

We both turn and look at Melissa who has propped herself up against the pillows on her head board, merely watching the show. She’s tossed her robe on the floor somewhere because she’s gloriously laid bare, knees splayed, finger slowly strumming her delicately sensitive clit as she’s taking us in. Her teeth pressing into her bottom lip, a wicked little grin playing at the corner of her lips, she raises a single brow at us.

“You two… are going to be the death of me yet.” Giving a little whimper as she dips a finger inside her deliciously tight entrance then bringing it back to her clit slowly, she looks from me to Steve to me again, merely waiting. Watching. Studying.

It takes about two seconds for Steve and me to scramble up on the bed, both of us lunging for her like wolves stalking prey, burying her beneath kisses and nibbles and strokes and licks. She’s laughing madly beneath us between gasps of pleasure and surprise.

Steve and I each take a leg, spreading her open and begin to kiss slowly up, starting at her ankles, passing her calves, tickling the crooks of her knees with our lips. She’s shaking, the contact from the two of us perhaps overwhelming her.

“Now boys… be gentle with your old lady.” she manages to murmur as her fingers slide into our hair. She tugs at our strands hard before he and I meet at her core. My eyes lock with his and we both begin to feast on her, sharing her between us, kissing each other, then licking her, repeating this over and over before she starts pushing at our heads.

He and I pause our actions, peering up at her as she’s shuddering beneath us. “What’s wrong, Angel?”

She’s looking back and forth between us with a scowl. I’m starting to get worried. I look at Steve and he seems worried, too.

She puts her hands on her hips and intones in a low husky voice, “If one of you don’t fuck me right now I’m kicking you both out.”

MELISSA’S POV

I’m trying, but I can’t hold the frown. I start laughing and I pull Bucky toward me as Steve leans in to capture my lips in a deep, slow kiss. “You keep saying we’re gonna be the death of you, but I think it’s the other way ‘round, Maîtresse.”

I feel Bucky position himself between my legs, his already rock hard cock nudging my entrance gently before sliding all the way in, making me groan against Steve’s mouth which makes him kiss me even harder, my back arching up off the bed. “Fucking hell…”

My fingers tighten in Steve’s hair as Bucky starts the slow drag in and out, already moaning about how good I feel around him. Steve kisses a lazy path from my chin to my jaw to my neck and down my chest before capturing a taut nipple in his mouth, teeth scraping it gently as he tugs on the barbell there. His hand finds my other one and the stimulation is just… fucking incredible.

I feel his mouth suddenly disappear, Bucky having grabbed his hair and pulled him into a deep, heavy kiss. God, I love seeing them together.

I can feel Steve’s arm working his cock as they kiss, hearing Bucky grunt and groan into it as he plows into me. I watch them above me, and between my own moans and whimpers, I manage to get out, “Suck his cock, Sergeant.”

Bucky breaks the kiss to look down at me, teeth pressing into his lower lip. “He’s waited as long as you have. You want to, I know you do. Do it.” I raise my hands to trail down his belly, simply enjoying the feel of him being inside of me.

Suddenly, Bucky flips us around to where he’s on his back and I’m riding him. I reach behind him, propping his head and back up on the pillows against the headboard and Steve crawls over to us. He looks down at Bucky who’s wearing a huge smirk, “Get over here, jerk.”

He reaches out and grabs Steve by the ass, pulling him forward and instantly wrapping his lips around Steve’s swollen head. He growls against him with a particularly sharp buck of my hips, sliding him deeper inside of me.

I watch Steve’s head loll backwards at the initial contact, his hips jerking forward, Bucky’s name tumbling off his lips like a quiet prayer. His long fingers slide into the dark strands of Bucky’s hair, but he doesn’t tug. He just rests them there.

I start to move my hips again and I lean forward to press my lips against Bucky’s collarbone as he works Steve’s cock with that wickedly skillful tongue of his. I make little marks up and down his flesh, whispering what a good boy he is, how well he’s pleasuring Steve and me.

Each time I thrust against his hips he groans against Steve’s cock, and Steve is starting to tremble. “That’s it, come on my good boy, show Steve how much you want him, how much you need him. Look at how well you’re doing, he’s a wreck, Sergeant, and that’s all because of you.”

Bucky must be doing something right, because Steve is already warning him the same way Bucky warned Steve. Not to be outdone, Bucky digs his fingers into the flesh of Steve’s ass, holding him in place as Steve releases into his mouth, a babbling incoherent mess at the end.

He collapses beside Bucky, spent for the moment as Bucky works to swallow what Steve has given him. They’re kissing each other softly now, foreheads pressed together. I pick up the pace, renewed into the moment by what I just saw. Bucky gives a low growl and starts to pound up into me, sitting up to press me against his chest.

He attacks my neck, my shoulders with nibbles and kisses, then moves back a bit as Steve’s nudges him to get at my breasts, mouth latching to my nipple, fingers tugging on the other.

I toss my head back, lost in the pleasure when I feel Bucky’s metal hand slide down to my hip to guide me faster and his flesh hand snake between us to capture my little bundle of nerves. My whole body is trembling and I hear them, chanting for my release, mixed praises, each name for me, “Come on, Angel, let go for us…” “That’s it, Maîtresse, give us what we need, what we crave…”

I can feel it build, it’s right on the edge and finally the thread breaks as I cum around Bucky’s cock, white spots popping in my line of vision. I feel as if I’m floating, disconnected as my mouth tries to frame words and cannot. Something in French, intermingled with their names and a myriad of screams and whimpers, my nails digging into Bucky’s abdomen. His release is immediate once he feels me tighten, spilling into me all he has. “Holy shit, Melissa …. Oh fuck…”

They watch in awe as I come apart for them, one of Steve’s hands now cradling my head so I don’t fall backwards. I can feel his lips tenderly kissing the corner of my mouth while Bucky is licking along my jawline. My bones feel like jelly and I collapse forward onto Bucky’s chest, my head rolling onto Steve’s shoulder as they sit side by side.

“My god, my Angel. I have never seen anything more beautiful than that in my life.” Bucky’s brushing his thumb along my lower lip as he curls the backs of his knuckles against my cheek. Steve is running his fingers through my hair, cooing soft praises against the crown of my head. They lean their heads against each other’s as they cradle me, their faces matching masks of adoration.

I regain my breath, my power of speech and mumble, “Who’s going to be the death of whom?” I laugh softly, still feeling weightless in the strong arms of my two boys.

Exactly where I’m meant to be.

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Hey y'all. While I take a break from work, and writing, I thought I might post up a few pics of my selfies over the past couple years. I have a hard time believing myself attractive, and I've come to realize that if I try to take a moment and look at myself as others see me that I'll learn to love myself more. Other people can tell me till they're blue in the face, but it doesn't hit home until you can see it yourself. People can complain about "selfie culture" or whatever the fuck they want to call it, but it's helped me see that I can be as attractive as others and start to believe people when they do tell me I am. So, anyway, here I am. Yes, these are all face shots. No I don't really have any full body. I'm working up to it. (This also might give you a visual cue for my character in Paper Moon, too.) Happy New Year! -MB @thecountessakasha

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Paper Moon Part 15

MB - @thecountessakasha - back again. I hope you’re ready for Part 15! There’s no smut, it’s literally all fluff, so apologies in advance. And don’t worry, their saga will continue.

A/N: Bucky and Steve end up at a venue that has a 40s night and meet an OFC, Melissa Rose, a singer in a local club. They both are smitten by her, and start to vie for her affections. They end up finding out more about themselves in the process.

This honestly started out as maybe a one shot but as I got going, I decided it’ll be chapters. How many? No frigging idea. This is my absolute first time writing a fic of any sort and yes I did base the OFC on myself. I hope y'all enjoy.

Word count: 3300+ because I am a wordy bitch.

Warnings: FLUFF to the Goddamn max. Gonna rot your teeth. Oh, and cussing. Like always.

STEVE’S POV

To say that the past few months were rough would be an understatement. Word got out about Bucky and me; and that, of course, led to word getting out about Melissa, Bucky, and me. It was strange; there was almost no animosity aimed at him and me, but just as she predicted, there was plenty aimed at her. People had taken to the Internet and the airwaves to voice their opinion of the “old” woman whom they decided was “ruining Steve and Bucky’s happiness” by “insinuating herself” between us.

Hate mail piled up at the club for her. She quit checking it altogether. Bucky would always gather the multitude of envelopes and go through them to sort out what was important and what was trash. Let me tell ya, her recycling bin has been packed full.

People would pop up at her shows to heckle and ridicule her. Finally, the owner raised the ticket prices and added extra bouncers which helped. Though on the plus side, more people came to actually see her perform. She wowed every single one of them. There were rumors of other places looking to steal her away, but she had vowed to never abandon Club Onyx. Or the owner. He’d been far too good to her and she appreciated it more than he would ever know.

The fact that she’s stuck with us is astonishing to me. And every day I fall deeper because of it. She’s so much stronger than she thinks. Not to say there haven’t been some rough patches. Her depression took over, and at times we couldn’t even get her to speak. There were days upon days when she just refused to get out of bed. Pretty sure she’s upped her rum intake. Even now she’s rarely, if ever, seen outside of the club without Bucky unless it’s to come to the tower. But for the most part we’ve really weathered the storm.

I think the biggest change has been with Bucky. He’s no longer chomping at the bit to take every mission he can get his hands on, trying to keep his mind on anything other than his life. He’s actually been turning down those offered to stay with Melissa during this tumultuous beginning.

For the first time since coming back from Wakanda, the light has truly returned to his eyes. And it’s her. Well, I mean it’s probably me, too. Us. But I really think it’s Melissa more than anything. She’s changed him. Made him more comfortable in his skin. Shown him that there’s more to “Bucky” than just “The Winter Soldier”.

He’s taken to staying at her place more and more. So have I, just not quite as often. It’s not like I get as many opportunities to turn down missions as he does. Part of the mantle of being Captain America, as Natasha is fond of reminding me.

I spend every moment I can with the both of them. Usually at her place. Not because we’re unwelcome at the tower. Far from it. Everyone would like it if we came around more often. They all really like Melissa. Especially Nat, Wanda, Clint, and Sam.

She finally got to meet Thor and was practically gushing about it. She couldn’t stop asking him questions about Asgard, what it’s really like there. She knew all the myths, of course. And how often do you get to meet a god? He in turn, is quite taken with her. Much to Bucky’s dismay.

It’s amazing the effect she has on people. She puts it off as the “southern thing”. Like she’s a novelty. As if that’s the only reason everyone here just adores her. That’s a piece of it, sure, but not all. She’s simply … captivating.

The night after Melissa first came to the tower, we had everyone out to the club to see her perform. Her nerves were on edge all day long.Because of that Bucky and I tried everything we could to keep her calm. She ended up going for a walk, alone, to clear her head. She puts so much pressure on herself.

A good bit of time had passed but Melissa still hadn’t made it back. I was starting to get really worried. Bucky suggested that I head back to the tower to make sure everyone was ready for the evening and that he’d go look for her.

He found her instantly, of course. She’d gone to a little park she discovered one of her first days in New York. It’s a place she and Bucky like to go when they need quiet and anonymity. They’ll put on hoodies and sunglasses and do their best to hide from the world and just sit in the middle of the park, right on the grass. Most times, they don’t even speak. They just exist there in that moment.

Bucky had gathered her up and walked her back to the apartment. The night went off without a hitch and the club received a boost of publicity due to our attendance.

I’ve noticed a change in myself as well. I’m sure Bucky and the others have seen it. I’m not as reckless. That’s the main thing. The idea of not coming back to the two people I love more than anything in this world is a very sobering thought indeed. The mere notion that I would irrevocably hurt them by not returning from a mission is too much to bare.

There are selfish reasons, too. To never be able to look into her dazzling green eyes again, or his shimmering blue ones cuts me to the core. That I wouldn’t be able to touch them, to see them smile, hear their laughter, or the noises they make in the heat of passion is like a stab in the gut.

My world revolves around them. Melissa and Bucky. My twin dark muses. Mes deux muses sombre, as she would say. They hold my heart in their hands. I am nothing without them and I strive every day to show them what they mean to me.

It’s to that end that I’ve decided to surprise them with some gifts. The first one is a simple thing; a sketchbook full of little drawings of the two of them doing mundane activities. Some are individual. Snippets of our everyday lives. Melissa lying in the middle of the living room floor, sheet music strewn around her, forgotten as she buries her nose in some book about Irish peat farmers. Bucky draped across the sofa, headphones on, feet kicking away to the beat of a “new to him” song that she’d turned him on to.

Some are of them together. Bucky is sitting crossed legged on the floor with his back against the overstuffed recliner while Melissa’s legs and arms are wrapped around him as she’s perched in the chair. His head tilted and resting against her thigh as they binge watch House of Cards, discussing what they’d like to do with Claire and Francis. The pair of them in the little kitchen, dancing and singing while they cook dinner for the three of us.

Once I snuck up on them in their little park and sketched them there, laying back on the grass, hoodies and sunglasses on. I watched their chests rise and fall with their breathing, wondering what they’d talked about, what they had been thinking about. Melissa was unaware of my presence, but I’m sure Bucky knew. You can’t fool the super soldier senses, after all.

The other gift is much, much bigger. It’s really a gift for the three of us. I’ve purchased an old brownstone in Brooklyn and am having it renovated into a single dwelling. This dual residence life is wearing on us. We need our own place, private, away from the hustle and bustle of Manhattan and the tower. Melissa needs to be able to detach herself from the club. She’s finally gotten the hang of the subway, so I feel confident she’ll be fine with the move. As for Bucky, he’ll be over the moon. He’s been wanting to move back home. And now I can give that to him.

Tony has decided to throw me a big birthday bash this weekend, so I’m going make the announcement then. Probably doesn’t make much sense for me to be giving gifts on my own birthday, but like I said, this is for all of us.

I can’t wait to see their faces.

BUCKY’S POV

I feel like the luckiest man alive. How I ever was good enough to deserve the pair of them, I’ll never understand. Steve, all the hell he went through to bring me back. He fought the world for me. Not many people can say that about their lover. I am his forever.

And Melissa. My beloved Angel. Her love has forged me into the man I am. The one I was meant to be. The longer I’m with her the harder I fall. She believes in me. I cannot explain what that means, how that affects every action I take.

I’ve been spending more and more time with her, staying at her place. I should really just move in with her. She’s suggested it several times and each time I brush it off; I feel like I’m imposing. But I feel far more comfortable at her apartment than I do at the tower. There I feel like a visitor. Not a true part of the team. At her place, it feels like home. Especially when Steve’s able to stay with us.

Melissa and I like to take care of Steve when he’s around. The missions wear him down so we do our best to help him relax when he’s home with us. It feels good to care for him again, like I used to when we were young.

One of my favorite parts about spending so much time with her is having someone to just be with. We go for walks, we do the shopping, we take in movies, we cook meals, we explore the city. She does try to keep herself incognito, because of everything. I dare someone to try something while I’m around. It’s mundane and domestic and I fucking love every second of it.

No missions, no emergencies. Because of her I feel like a normal person. I’ve even been more comfortable about showing my arm in public. Melissa’s not afraid of it and she always, always makes sure that’s the hand she holds.

She sees herself as undeserving of both Steve and me. Especially after all the shit we’ve been through recently; she feels like it’s all her fault. Oh, but she’s wrong. So very wrong. She deserves the goddamn world on a silver platter. And I aim to give it to her.

I’ve been wracking my brain trying to figure out a way to show her what she means to me. How she’s helped me, how deeply I’ve fallen for her.

Pieces of my life from before have been coming back periodically, and something I’ve discovered recently is that I can play piano. Not only can I play, I’m actually quite good. I’ve been sneaking downstairs to the club while it’s closed with handfuls of her sheet music to practice. Steve has caught me a few times. He must forget that he can’t sneak up on me. He’s never interrupted or bothered me, merely observes, more than likely sketching.

There’s a point to all this. I have quite the surprise for her. I want to play for her, with her. I can’t sing for shit, but I don’t need to. It’s her voice everyone wants. She’s the real star. I just want to be a part of it, to back her up, support her. And it calms me, I really enjoy it.

I’ve been working on one song in particular. I’m going to spring it on her at Steve’s party. By chance I heard her singing it in the shower one morning. She likes to practice there; the acoustics are phenomenal. The piece makes use of her smokey, lower vocals. Mmmm, her voice is like Tupelo honey. I am awestruck every time I’m blessed to hear it. The lyrics themselves, well let’s just say I can picture her saying these things to me and Steve.

I’ve got something for Steve too, of course. It’s hard to think of things to give him, the man who sacrificed everything he had, everything he was, to save me. But I know what makes him happy, what centers him. Anything art related. Anything.

So, with the help of Tony and Natalia, I was able to get a private tour of the Museum of Modern Art for Steve, Melissa, and myself. The card with all the arrangements will be hidden in a whole shitload of art supplies Melissa and I bought for his upcoming birthday.

And well, since we can’t resist, Steve and I have also conspired to give her a gift from the both of us. One we know she’ll appreciate more than anyone else probably ever would. We’re going to give her each one of our dog tags to wear. The originals. We … acquired them from the Smithsonian. Like they would refuse Captain America anything.

If it seems overly sentimental and nostalgic, well, tough shit. I think Steve and I have earned that right. Melissa will understand the significance. She’s a military brat coming from a long line of veterans stretching all the way back to the Revolutionary War. She gets it and I honestly don’t care if anyone else does. Just thinking of her wearing them makes me heart soar.

I love discovering little things about her. I love how she leads me to rediscover things about myself. I love watching her and Steve together, even if it’s just them doing something as simple as lounging together on the floor, books on history surrounding them as they pour over the words. Their heated discussions will go on for hours; I learn more from listening to them than I ever would reading on my own.

The way she looks at him when she doesn’t think anyone is watching her. Him doing the same. The way she’ll sit still, posing for hours on end for him while he draws or paints her. Most times it ends up with her teasing him mercilessly until he drops his tools and quiets her with passionate kisses.

And oh the way we all seamlessly flow into one another in the bedroom. Sometimes with heated, fiery, gnawing need. Sometimes with giggles and laughter until we can’t take it anymore. It has never felt so natural, so right.

I love these idiots more than I could ever express. I would be lost without them.

MELISSA’S POV

My boys, my beloved boys.

I can’t believe they’re mine. I can’t believe they’re still with me after six months of insanity. Six months of all the hate and worry and stress. I can’t believe Bucky has given up missions to stay by my side. I can’t believe Steve continually professes his love for me. I can’t believe they put up with all my baggage. My anxiety, my depression, my health issues.

Without even realizing it, I have fallen head over heels in love with them. Happiness, something that has always been elusive in my life, is now a constant. Which of course leads to the occasional panic attack, since my brain can’t wrap itself around the notion that I deserve this happiness and likes to construct various scenarios where I lose one or the both of them. Either on a mission or from them simply growing tired of me and leaving.

Nightmares haunt me every now and then, my fears manifesting themselves in my subconscious. I’ll thrash and sweat and full on cry until Bucky finally wakes me. He’ll hold me tightly to him as he waits for me to calm down, all the while whispering to me how he’s here, he’s real, he’s not going anywhere, how much he loves me.

One such incident happened when both Steve and Bucky were home. It must have been a particularly powerful one as it nearly sent Steve into a panic before Bucky explained what was happening and showed him how to deal with it. It took the both of them to bring me back around that night.

Bucky puts up with my shit every time we leave the apartment. Hiding myself under hoodies and sunglasses and baggy clothes. He understands. He was at that point himself not long ago. God, he takes such good care of me; he always makes sure I’m comfortable with it all, that I feel safe, loved.

And the way Steve dotes on me, I’ve never had someone so attentive to my each and every desire. Sometimes before I even know what they are. He has a knack for knowing exact what I need when I need it.

Things like that. Dealing with me on days where I couldn’t even function inside my depression. Nights when my anxiety was so high I would just drink myself into a stupor and couldn’t even perform.

And through it all they’re still committed to me. Because of that I’ve taken on my own mission. To keep them happy any way I can. To give in to every whim or wish they might ever have. If it’s in my capacity to do, then it’s done. Period. No questions asked.

These two, I know they have something up their sleeves. They may be super soldiers but they’re shit at keeping secrets. Something fishy’s going on. And Nat! Oh my god, she’s been teasing me to no end about something she knows that I don’t.

She and I have become quite close. Oh, she is fiercely protective of me, too. I adore her. And Wanda and Sam and Clint. They’ve been so, so great to me. The other members of the team have as well, but these guys. Well, let’s just say they’re by far my closest friends here in the city.

I’ve got news for my two big boys. They’re not the only ones who can be sneaky. I’ve got something up MY sleeve. With Steve’s birthday party coming up, I’ll make some time before we leave to give them their presents. I want it to be special, something just between the three of us.

Of course Bucky and I went overboard on our joint gift. We have a tendency to indulge Steve quite often. I’m not sure all the art supplies we bought are even going to fit into the area we’ve cleared out in the living room for his makeshift studio. Oh well. I’m sure he’ll deal just fine. I can’t wait till he sees what we’ve done.

As for my gifts to the pair of them, I hope they’re comfortable wearing jewelry. I didn’t get anything fancy, or gaudy. That’s just not our style. With that thought in mind, I’ve I found a pair of matching stainless steel cuffs. They’re small, like a little bracelet, but you attach them with screws. And I hold the screwdriver.

On the inside of Steve’s I’ve had engraved Mon Soleil. Bucky’s sports Ma Lune. My Sun and My Moon. My two very large, powerful, all consuming forces.

The light and the dark.

Watching them together is one of my major addictions. I love catching each of them looking at the other. It’s like they have a silent language. They’re always in sync. Whether it’s cleaning the apartment, binge watching a show, or when we’re in the bedroom. It’s like they have one mind.

They speak often of having claimed me. Getting me before anyone else could. Snatching me off the market. As if I was even on the damn market to begin with. It always makes me laugh and shake my head. But, if they’ve claimed me then I’ve done the same to them. They’re mine and I will defend that claim all the rest of my days.

I’m with them to the end of the line.