Prompt: “It’s a bad idea, me and you.”
Character: Bucky Barnes (Gangster AU)
Warning: NSFW a lil’ bit.
“It’s a bad idea, me and you.” He lit a cigarette and took a drag, his free hand trailing fingers lightly over your back like a spider’s crawl.
“I know.” You sigh into his bare chest. The two of you were naked, leaning against the pillows on his bed, sheet half on the ground, sweat drying on your skin. You could feel the bruises starting to form on your hips and twinge in your neck where hickeys would be found in the morning.
“We should stop…I have people who want to kill me. Heck, I have people who’d kill you just to piss me off…” You knew this all already. Pushing yourself up a little you look at him with a raised eyebrow and a wry smile.
“You know we’re not going to stop, Buck…we never do. We’ve had this conversation fifty times…and every time I come back and you let me in.” You trailed a hand over his chest, playing with the chain around his neck. You’d always come back and it wasn’t just the sex, you loved him…as dangerous as he could be, as much as he could flip like a switch, even though he had people out to get him…you loved him.
“It’s a pretty good bad idea…”
“Well, we work well together.” You smiled at him, settling back against his side, leg falling over his hips.
“I was thinking more along the lines of the fact you’re really fucking hot and the sex is great.” The smirk isn’t genuine; it is the overly confident expression he puts on to make light of a situation that has more emotion than he’s comfortable with. You’re well aware of this by now. He can shoot a man with ease, but handle emotions with you he could not.
“Just admit you love me.” You mumble, pressing a kiss to his sternum, a twinkle in your eye knowing that he won’t admit it not out loud.
“If I did that…the bad idea would get even worse, doll.” The hand on your back slips low and over your hip, gripping tighter, but he doesn’t really need to say it. You can see it in his eyes, feel it in the grip on your hip. He won’t ever say it, but you don’t need him to.
“Sometime you’re going to have to trust me to look after myself. People like Rumlow already know about me, they know you’re attached whether you say it or not…it doesn’t matter if you say it, they’re still aware you do. They know you love me. I know you love me.”
“How could I not?”