James - Names (Drabbles Series)
Character Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader
Summary: She calls Bucky by many different names. Each one portraying a different emotion, motive behind her words changing and telling with every utterance off her lips.
A/N: It’s done!!!!! The Epilogue is written and will be posting tomorrow. This chapter is lightly smut. Thank you everyone again for the great feedback. I hope you love the rest of it. Now I’m going on vacation…
James was a whispered prayer, used as a secret between lovers in only the most intimate of moments. It was like a symphony that only his ears were meant to hear.
“I am so in love with you James.”
“I take you, James Buchanan Barnes to be my husband.” His full name made his heart skip an extra beat.
The veil of a summer night was fading into the horizon as they laid together, high above the city lights.
The rest of the team was away, for missions and personal reasons. With a tower all to themselves, they made a romantic evening and peacefully enjoyed each other’s company. A five-course meal that she had cooked for only him had led to wine, which led to the two of them laying under a blanket on the balcony. Soft, lazy kisses were exchanged in between long discussions of life and love.
“Hey doll, do you ever think about how, in the midst of 7 billion people, billions of years of planets and the cosmos, and yet somehow we found each other?” he asked, getting lost in the depths of her eyes
“Is it fate or are we just lucky?” she replied
She left a soft kiss on his lips.
“I’ve never been lucky. Ever. Ask Steve.” he responded
“Well, maybe it’s time your luck changed.” she whispered, tucking a piece of his chestnut locks behind his ear
“I think it has.”
“You’re a cheeseball.”
“I know, but I just didn’t think I could ever feel so whole again. But when I’m with you, it’s like the world fades away.” he whispered
She took his flesh hand in hers, taking time to place a kiss on each of his knuckles.
“You’re so brave, opening your heart to me so easily after so much pain.” she said
“Letting you in is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.” he replied
She leaned in and kissed him deeply. He responded by pulling her closer, leaving no space between their bodies. His hands gripped her, racing up and down her curves as if he needed to memorize every inch of her before she disappeared into thin air.
“James, please” she begged through hurried breath “Please let me in more. Let me have all of you.”
As their relationship began to blossom, she thought he would need time to warm up to a romantic partner after so many years of pain. She knew he was special and was willing to give him all the time he needed.
She soon learned that was not the case. Their romance was only a few weeks in and it was already fast, strong, and filled with passion. Their connection had become so deep so quickly, it was if she had known him her whole life.
It wasn’t just the emotional side of things that had moved at a rapid pace. Many of their nights since their first date had been filled with heavy makeout sessions with even heavier petting. If he was ready to cross that final line tonight, then so was she.
“You trust me enough for that?” he asked, taken aback by her request
On the other side of things, he thought she would need time to warm up to him. A relationship with him wouldn’t be anything routine and he assumed she’d need time to adjust to dating someone with a past like his. He was also very wrong.
“Absolutely.” she replied
He found her lips again as quickly as he could. He knew he had all the time in the world with her, yet he couldn’t have her fast enough.
She reached up to remove his shirt but he flinched. The broken skin of metal meeting flesh was not a scar he bared often. He feared showing someone so beautiful something so ugly.
“James, I want all of you. Even the parts that you want to hide.” she reassured him
He knew she didn’t just mean the arm.
The fabric of both their shirts soon found the concrete of the balcony. He aggressively planted kisses down her shoulder. Long, passionate, wet kisses that pushed her bra straps down her arms as he worked his lips across her body.
Already flushed and out of air, a breathy and quiet “James” escaped her lips. It was a beg and a praise.
He felt his heart jump straight out of his chest at the use of his real name from such a heaven sent voice.
In times when his thoughts were too dark and his soul felt like it would never heal, he remembered that moment, the way his name fell out of her lips. He thought about the rest of that night often too. How she chanted his name as he made love to her for the first time above the city lights. The beautiful sight of her body before him, underneath his own, bearing her soul as each lucid “James” rolled off her lips in waves.
It was a cool summer night just like the time they first made love that she crawled into bed next to him, wrapping him in her arms and pressing sweet kisses to his back.
“James, I’m pregnant.” she whispered into his ear
Three simple words that changed his life forever and made him love her more if that was even possible.
For the longest time, James was his favorite name. Until…
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