Something I’ve always found interesting, playing Guild Wars 2, is how consistent the art style “feels” with Guild Wars 1 in many respects. Walking around the GW2 Charr areas, I often feel a sense of deja-vu, having played through the same area multiple times as “Pre-Searing Ascalon” from Guild Wars 1.
This made me think, when you put them side-by-side, how much do the locations in GW2 reflect their origins in GW1?
Well… It’s a mixed bag, as you can see above. Left is GW1, right is GW2, and these are the areas:
Lion’s Arch (GW1) and the sunken ruins of Old Lion’s Arch (GW2)
The view from Camp Rankor (GW1) and the view from Rankor Ruins (GW2)
The Ascalon Catacombs (GW1) and the ruined structures in the same location (GW2)
Droknar’s Forge (GW1) and Sunken Droknar (GW2)
Ascalon City (GW1) and the closest matching area (GW2)
Now, GW2 is meant to take place over 250 years after GW1, and many areas are supposed to be very different (for instance, the previous Lion’s Arch and Droknar’s Forge were destroyed, in-world, by a massive flood) but I’m surprised about how much the architecture differs to big setpieces like The Great Northern Wall in Ascalon City.
That being said, what’s more interesting is that I didn’t really notice this very much until I took the screenshots, which I guess is a testament to how the second game preserves the spirit of these locations, if not their actual appearance.
I have a few more, but I’ll save those for another post.
As you and the rest of The Avengers test your willpower in an unusual challenge, your attempts to remain Master of your Domain are complicated when James “Bucky” Barnes makes you his mission.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Chapter 4 continues with the slow, slow build, Some angst thrown in, Smut to come, Fluff for now, Serious with some funny, Swearing, Flirting, Sweetness, Sexual tension, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Touching, Groping, Fingering, Language, NSFW, Marshmallows, Bucky Barnes
A/N: Wow, this chapter was a tough one…things got a little out of hand with the word count. I know it’s a change in pace from the previous ones and probably not as entertaining (or smutty) so I hope you’re not too disappointed. I just really needed to write this - would not get out of my head. So please bear with me…promise to get back to the smutty hilarity in the next two chapters ;)
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Chapter 4: Dreams
That night you collapse into bed, groaning loudly as your bruised and weary body sinks into the mattress. Staring at the ceiling you try to shake thoughts of Bucky from your head but you can’t seem to stop the scenes in the gym from replaying on a continuous loop. Every captured image, from his eyes wild with excitement and want or his hard body pressed against yours, is like a self-imposed torture on the senses.
Although every muscle in your body is on fire, nothing compares to the ache between your legs. You and Bucky had both crossed a line that afternoon and as far as you were concerned, you never wanted to go back. All you could think about were Bucky’s fingers rolling over your slick and sliding into you. Even though it was only for a brief moment, it was enough to drive you out of your mind. And they weren’t even his metal ones. You bite your lip hard at the thought of those metal digits circling your clit and plunging into your heat.
You had been fascinated with the mechanics and sheer power of his metal arm from the very moment you meet Bucky. But after overhearing him tell Steve one day that Stark had fixed the vibrating function on his bionic fingers, you found yourself constantly imagining all the dirty things you wanted that hand to do to your body.
The first time he had touched you with it, you were so turned on that you couldn’t speak. You had just stood there silent, your eyes growing wide and mouth falling open as a wave of heat rolled through your body. Bucky however, mistakenly interpreted your reaction as one of fear and to your disappointment, had quickly withdrawn his touch in embarrassment.
For weeks you tried everything to get his hands back onto your body but he seemed to be avoiding all contact – going as far as disobeying an order from Natasha to train with you. He finally confessed the reason to her the night of the party when he had bolted from his seat to escape your stare. Natasha, the consummate matchmaker, assured Bucky that the only thing you were afraid of was how hard you were falling for the super soldier…and that you may explode the next time he touched you with what you referred to as his “weapon of mass distraction.” Noting his confused expression, Natasha was only more than happy to fill Bucky in on your metal arm kink.
After that, it was near impossible to wipe that cocky smirk off his face every time he caught you staring at his arm. It was no surprise then that he was doing his damnedest since the contest started to feel you up every chance he got with his metal fingers. And they did not disappoint.
Fuck. If his fingers feel that good on your body, his cock was going to wreck you.
Jesus that cock. Your pussy twitches as you recall your fingers tracing his erection – so big and thick - through his shorts. How you had managed to restrain yourself from pulling down that thin layer of fabric and wrapping your mouth around that cock was a mystery. The taste of his pre-cum was seared on your lips and you wanted more, so much more. Back arching, you imagine the feel of his hard shaft sliding between your folds and filling your core.
Huffing loudly as you kick the blankets off your legs, you wonder how the hell you’re going to sleep tonight with all of these filthy thoughts of Bucky circling in your head. Turning towards the direction of Bucky’s room you wonder if he’s awake – if thoughts of you were driving him to distraction.
Hmph. Bastard was probably sleeping like a baby, dreaming of Dolores or Mildred or whatever the fuck the women back in his day were called. You feel a pang of jealously as you picture Bucky, looking handsome in his army uniform, flirting and dancing with all the ladies. Arm flexing, you smirk as you give his imaginary girls the once over. You could probably take them, no contest.
Ugh the contest.
Pounding the pillow with your fist, you squeeze your eyes shut and curse yourself for being so competitive. Just give into him and let him win you argue in your head. So you lose just this once, no big deal.
Oh my god, did you just say that? Your eyes fly open. No fucking way in hell Bucky was going to come out on top.
Shit. Now you were picturing him on top of you, driving his hard cock into your pussy.
You look up at the ceiling and sigh. It was going to be a long night.
When sleep finally claims you it’s only for a short while as dark dreams take hold.
You’re standing at the end of a long hallway, lights so bright that they burn your eyes. Two figures appear at the other end, calling your name. Your parents. You try to run to them but your feet are too heavy. Light bulbs explode overhead as you struggle to make your way towards them. By the time you reach the other end of the hallway, they’re gone. All that’s left is a small wooden box at your feet. You bend down to pick it up and open the lid. A sweet, fragile melody fills the space. You are so entranced by the music that you don’t notice the hands reaching around to cover your mouth.
You wake strapped to a chair, faceless men surrounding you. Then you see him, standing silent against a wall. Bucky. You try to call out to him but your head is gripped tight in a steel vice. On the floor is the music box, playing its haunting melody. As the vice begins to pulse around your head, Bucky’s face begins to fade. A booted foot comes crashing down on the music box. Then there is darkness.
You start screaming Bucky’s name.
You awaken to the sound of your bedroom door flying open, a large shadow filling the frame.
“Bucky?” you gasp out hopefully through your tears.
As the figure moves forward, your eyes focus on Steve smiling warily.
“Sorry to disappoint you kiddo,” he says in a slightly dejected voice. “It’s just me.”
“I can go get Bucky if you want.”
Sensing his wounded pride, you shake your head and manage a small smile.
“Get that cute ass of yours over here Cap,” you order shakily, patting the bed.
Steve smiles and sits himself down.
“Another bad dream?” he murmurs as he rubs his thumb over the top of your hand in slow, comforting strokes.
You lean forward to rest your head on his shoulder.
“It’s been months since I had any and now this week, one every night,” you answer sheepishly. “I thought I was finally getting a handle on them.”
Steve tilts his head trying to make eye contact.
“Hey, don’t beat yourself up. Believe me, I know how just the smallest thing can trigger these dreams.”
“Didn’t mean to wake anyone,” you mumble as you brush away a fat tear rolling down your cheek.
“It’s ok, I was already up,” he answers with a heavy sigh.
As Steve leans in to wrap his arm around your shoulder, you wince as he makes contact with your sore body.
“Looks like you and Bucky went at it pretty hard today,” he scolds as he looks over the bruises on your arm.
“Ugh, he’s such a punk sometimes,” you protest while looking up at him with an innocent pout. “Can Captain America beat him up for me?”
“I think you’re doing a damn fine job on your own,” he chuckles. “And I suspect if I ever threw a punch at him you’d clock me.”
Steve’s lips curl into a mischievous grin. “You’re crazy about him, aren’t you?”
“What?” you sniff indignantly. “You think I’m falling for that smug bastard?”
Steve shakes his head smiling. “You’re not a very good liar sweetheart.”
Your attempts to stare him down in defiance fall to the wayside as he raises an eyebrow and gives you a knowing look.
Hands covering your face, you fall back onto the bed. “I’m a fucking idiot.”
“You are far from an idiot,” he laughs as he rubs your leg. “You’re a smart, beautiful, strong woman…with lousy taste in men.”
His smile fades slightly as he looks at you, a hint of regret in his eyes. “Any man would be lucky to be with you.”
“I just want one man,” you confess as you turn your head to hide the blush creeping into your cheeks.
“But I can’t seem to shake the feeling that he’s just messing with me to win this contest.”
Steve shakes his head in disagreement. “Bucky isn’t a player. He wouldn’t string you along like that.”
“You’re good for him, good for each other,” he continues with a distant look in his eyes. “He’s been so happy lately.”
“When he’s with you, it’s like he’s my old Bucky.”
“Well your Bucky is kind of hard to read sometimes,” you stammer in frustration. “I can never tell what’s going on in his head when we’re together.”
“Well,” Steve smirks. “I’m no expert when it comes to relationships, but I think it’s pretty obvious that Bucky has a thing for you.”
“The guy has a constant boner when you’re around.”
“Oh my stars and stripes,” you gasp in mock horror. “Did Captain America just say boner?”
Steve rolls his eyes. “You’re such a brat.”
“You know on second thought, forget what I said about Bucky being into you,” he ponders while rubbing his chin in exaggeration. “He told me just yesterday that he prefers redheads.”
You scoff in annoyance and pull back to strike him in the arm.
Despite being doubled over with laughter, he somehow manages to grab your fist and block your punch.
“Bucky wasn’t kidding,” he teases as he brings your hand up to his lips and kisses your knuckles in apology. “You’re a feisty little kitty today.”
“hmph,” you grumble as you pull your hand away and cross your arms.
“Come on kitten,” he coaxes in a smooth voice as he rises from the bed. “Let’s get you some warm milk to help you sleep.”
“Meet me in the kitchen in 5 minutes.”
His warm smile melts away your glare.
“Steve?” you whisper, your eyes lowered as you play with a loose thread on your comforter.
He frowns, his face masked in concern.
“Thanks,” you stammer, eyes welling up with tears.
“Anytime sweetheart,” he murmurs while kissing your cheek.
As he makes his way to the door, he pauses to examine the splintered frame.
He shakes his head and mutters. “That little punk has it bad.”
The walk down the long hallway to the kitchen proves to more nerve-racking than anticipated and by the time you reach the entrance, you’re clutching your arms around you to stop from shaking. Your heart sinks as you enter the dark room and realize that Steve must still be upstairs. Eyes cast down to the floor, you hurriedly make your way to the fridge and swing the door open to grab a bottle of water.
“Back for another round?” a voice questions gruffly from the darkness.
You gasp loudly, nearly dropping the bottle and snap your head up. Peering into the darkness, your eyes land on Bucky, sitting alone at the table.
“Or are you too busy licking your wounds?”
You smile weakly at him, too spent to offer a retort.
“What, no smart comeba…” His smirk fades as the light from the refrigerator illuminates your tear-swollen eyes and ashen complexion.
Within seconds he’s standing in front of you, hands running over your shoulders and down your arms.
“What’s wrong doll,” he stammers as his eyes quickly examine your body. “Are you hurt?”
“Oh god, did I…did I hurt you?” His voice thick with fear and concern, you barely hear the words come out of his mouth.
As you start to shake your head from side to side, he breathes an audible sigh of relief. His worried eyes searching yours, it only takes a moment to read the terror and sadness in them – a reflection of what he’s seen in his own far too many times.
And in that one moment of understanding, your walls come crashing down. Without a word, Bucky swiftly pulls you into his body and wraps his arms protectively around you as you begin to sob uncontrollably against his chest.
“It’s ok baby, I’ve got you…I’ve got you,” he murmurs over and over into your ear.
His hand comes up to stroke your hair in comfort as he plants a long kiss on the top of your head.
It takes a while before your tears finally subside and you regain your breath. Clutching his shirt, damp with your tears, you start to mumble the details of your dream into his chest.
He grips you tighter as you tell him about your parents, the music box, the Hydra agents and how he had just stood there and watched as they erased your memories.
“I called out to you but it was like you couldn’t hear me,” you whisper, trying to contain the tears that were threatening to spill over again. “I woke up screaming your name.”
As you feel his body tense, you silently wish you had kept that part to yourself.
“I promise I’ll never let anyone hurt you,” he chokes out defiantly. “I’ll keep you safe, always.”
He looks at you, his intense blue eyes shimmering with tears.
“Please say you believe me.”
You answer his plea with a soft kiss on his neck before locking your gaze onto his.
“I trust you with my life James.”
A quiet sigh escapes his lips.
“I’m so sorry doll…that I wasn’t there to hear you calling for me.” His voice cracks with emotion as he cups your face in his hand.
“I came down here after…” His voice trails off as a wave of pain and fear rolls across his face and his body sags heavily against yours. It only takes a second for you to register why Bucky was up so late, sitting alone in the dark.
You pull his head down to rest his forehead on yours. You can feel his body trembling as you run your hands up his back and pull him closer.
“Shit I’m so stupid,” you mutter as you rub calming circles on his back. “Here I am spilling all my emotions onto you and I didn’t even stop to think what you were doing down here.”
“Is there anything I can do for you babe?”
A small smile flickers across Bucky’s lips. “For starters, never stop calling me babe.”
You blush fiercely in the dark as you realize your slip.
“Second,” he says as he leans in to kiss your forehead, “let me make you some hot chocolate.”
“I hate drinking alone.”
You nod and give him one last lingering hug before he pulls away towards the stove.
“Not sure what happened to Steve,” he shrugs as he turns on a small light over the stove and lights the gas. “He heard me yelling in my sleep and came in to check on me. Told me to meet him down here so we could talk.”
“That’s my fault,” you mumble guiltily as you come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist while he pours some milk and hot chocolate mix into a pot. “He came to my room too after he heard me screaming. He must have been on his way to see you.”
“He said the same thing, to meet him down here…” You pause, smiling as you realize that Steve had intentionally sent you to the kitchen to be with Bucky. Bucky shoots you a knowing smile over his shoulder as he comes to the same conclusion.
A hiss from the stove diverts your attention. Bucky chuckles as you rise up on your tiptoes to try and get a better look over his shoulder.
“So, the Winter Soldier drinks hot chocolate when he can’t sleep?”
He motions to a bottle of rum and marshmallows on the counter. “My own special recipe.”
You smile in approval and move to grab two mugs from the cupboard. Bucky steals a sideways glance, humming in appreciation as he watches your t-shirt ride up to reveal a pair of black silk panties.
Turning to make your way to the kitchen table, you stop abruptly when you spy his Mark II knife next to a can of whipped cream.
“Were you expecting to come down here to find Hydra agents raiding the fridge for our leftovers?”
You raise an eyebrow as he turns towards you, his arms crossed in defense.
“Old habits die hard,” he drawls as his eyes dart to your waist. “But you know that better than anyone, don’t you sweetheart.”
You stare unblinkingly into each other’s eyes for a few moments until Bucky drops his gaze to slowly scan down your body.
“Are you going to surrender yours or do I need to throw you down on the table and do a strip search?”
You swallow hard and feign innocence as you feel the wetness pooling between your legs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about solider.”
“The hell you don’t.”
“I felt it through your shirt,” he challenges as he takes a few steps towards you, eyes shining in amusement.
“Or should I say my shirt.”
Sighing in defeat, you pull up the right side of your t-shirt to reveal a small, sheathed Yari tucked into the waist band of your panties. You pull it out and place it next to his.
“Fuck doll,” he purrs, biting his bottom lip. “Talk about a killer body.”
“You make me want to blow my load right here.”
“Keep it in your pants Barnes,” you warn, rubbing your hand a few times along the bulge forming in his sweats until he moans. “I want to be surprised when I rip them off your body.”
He runs his tongue slowly over his lips at the thought as he turns to pour some hot chocolate into two mugs. He adds a splash of rum to each and throws in a handful of marshmallows before joining you at the table.
“We make quite the pair,” he muses as he hands you a mug.
“It’s a wonder we’re allowed to stay here considering we could snap at any minute and wipe out all of the Avengers in a murderous rampage.”
“Dibs on Tony,” you call out as you lightly blow on your hot chocolate before taking a sip.
Bucky throws back his head and laughs.
“Deal,” he answers. “But only on one condition.”
“Should have known there was a catch,” you grumble, narrowing your eyes while you peer at him over your mug.
He smiles and looks down at the table, his fingers tracing over your knife. “Well, since you’re armed and dangerous, I know I’d feel a lot better if I kept you close to me tonight.”
Placing the mug down, you chuckle to yourself and raise your eyebrows in amusement.
“And just how close do you want me soldier?”
Bucky’s lips curve into a flirtatious grin.
“Well, I’m thinking I could keep a really good eye on you from my bed,” he murmurs, his eyes locked on yours as he drinks from his mug.
You’re about to respond with a smart remark when you notice a hint of pleading in his tired eyes, and realize his proposal is masking a need he’s too afraid express. Just like you, Bucky Barnes doesn’t want to be alone tonight.
Bucky drops his head slightly in disappointment at your silence but raises it quickly when he feels your fingers tracing over his metal hand.
“I have one condition of my own Barnes before we get in between your sheets,” you counter with a sly smile. “Hands where I can see them, especially this one.”
Pushing back your chair, you grab your hot chocolate and the two knives before turning to go.
Glancing behind you see Bucky, grinning widely, pick up his mug and start towards the door. He pauses and turns back to grab the whipped cream from the table.
You shake your head in exasperation and laugh.
“In case we need it for our hot chocolate,” he responds with a wink.
A sigh of contentment passes from your lips as you slip under the covers of Bucky’s bed and breathe in his scent. As his metal arm snakes over your waist, you turn onto your side to face him. You reach up to brush a rogue strand of hair from his eyes so you have an unobstructed view of his gorgeous face.
“I hate my hair sometimes,” he mutters in annoyance as the strand falls back over his eye. “I should just cut it all off.”
He’s surprised by your loud gasp.
“James Buchanan Barnes, if you ever cut your hair short I swear I will kick your ass all the way back to 1944!”
Bucky laughs and holds his hands up in surrender as you remove a hair tie from your wrist and reach over him to pull his hair back into a small bun.
“So you like your men with long hair,” he teases as his hand tucks under your shirt and starts to move lightly over your back.
“Mmmm yes, and your hair is the perfect length to grab onto when your head is in between my legs,” you purr into his ear before lying back down.
His eyes flutter closed for a moment and you hear him mutter “fuck” under his breath.
Opening his eyes, he questions hopefully. “What else do you like in your man?”
“Hmmm,” you ponder as you play with the collar of his shirt. “Well, my guy is this ridiculously handsome solider from the forties who is smart, funny, too sexy for his own damn good and aggravatingly cocky.”
“He’s extremely flirty and the dirty mouth on this man, unbelievable. He’s also incredibly protective and caring and although he will deny it, has a really good heart…plus a sinful body that looks like it was carved by the tears of angels.”
Bucky shakes his head blushing. “Sounds like a ghost story.”
You bite your lip and reach out to stroke the stubble covering his sharp cheekbones.
“I like his stubble too…oh yes, very much,” you whisper lost in thought.
Bucky dips his head to rub his stubble along your neck.
“Fuck babe, that feels incredible,” you whimper.
He brings his lips to your ear and whispers. “See anything else you like?”
“Well, he needs to be able to fuck me properly, so…” your purr as your hand travels down his taut chest to dip below the band of his sweatpants.
Bucky groans into your neck.
“And this,” you moan breathlessly as the fingers on your other hand begin to make their way slowly over his metal arm. “I really like this.”
“He sounds pretty awesome,” Bucky teases as he pulls you closer.
“Yeah, he’s alright,” you shrug nonchalantly. “Except for the fact that he won’t kiss me.”
A mix of surprise and frustration registers briefly on Bucky’s face. He sighs deeply and begins to trace his metal fingers gently along your jaw line.
“Well maybe he’s a hopeless romantic who’s met his soulmate” he confides shyly. “And he doesn’t want to fuck anything up so he’s waiting for the right time to kiss you.”
“A moment when he doesn’t feel like he’s taking advantage of you because you’re drunk, or scared because of a bad dream.”
“That one perfect moment,” he continues in a hushed whisper, “when you both know that you’ve found something special; beyond anything you ever expected or thought you deserved to have in your life.”
You stare silently into his warm blue eyes with a stunned expression on your face; cheeks flush as your heart nearly beats out of your chest.
“I will never get tired of seeing you blush doll.” As his hand moves up to gently stroke your cheek, he frowns at the dark circles under your eyes.
“Nat says you haven’t been sleeping well these past few days.”
Eyes dropping, you slowly nod your head.
“These dreams started up the night you left,” you confess. “I’m not sure…not sure what triggered them.”
“Is it the same one every night,” Bucky asks. “The one you told me about in the kitchen, with your parents?”
“No, that’s the strange thing,” you muse. “I’ve always struggled to dream about my parents but tonight I saw them so clearly - like they were in the room with me and my music box.”
Bucky tilts his head in interest. “The music box in the dream, it was yours?”
“Yes, the one my dad gave me as a birthday present,” you recall with a smile. “It was a little wooden box with a ballerina on the cover – it played Swan Lake. When I was around five, I remember being afraid of the dark and I was scared to fall asleep at night. My dad told me that the music in the box was magic and it would protect me. I would fall asleep to that melody every night.”
“It’s silly, I know,” you admit.
Bucky smiles gently. “No, that’s really sweet.”
“After my parents died, the music box was the only thing I had left of them when they brought me to the orphanage.”
“I was so young when they took me away to the Red Room to start my training, so confused and scared. I would take out the music box every night and think about my parents as I cried myself to sleep.”
Voice faltering, you hesitate, not sure if you should continue. Bucky cups your face with his calloused hand and smiles in encouragement. You take a deep breath.
“I had hidden it under a floorboard in my room, but somehow they found it. They told me that sentiment was a weakness I couldn’t afford and they destroyed it in front of me.”
Bucky brushes away the tears that start to flow down your cheeks.
“I’m being ridiculous,” you whisper. “Crying over a toy.”
“You’re not being ridiculous,” he scoffs as he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the tip of your nose.
“So much for my badass reputation eh?” you laugh sarcastically. “I guess they were right, sentiment makes you weak.”
“Want to tell that to my body sweetheart,” he murmurs as his lips brush over your jaw line. “Trust me, you’re anything but weak.”
You breathe in deeply as his lips skim down to the hollow of your neck.
“I guess I should lay off the ass kickings for while,” you chuckle as your hands move down his back to lightly smack his ass. “Don’t want to make this gorgeous body of yours too sore to move.”
You feel him smile against your neck.
“As much as I enjoyed rolling around with you on the floor of the gym today,” he confides, “I’d much rather work you into a sweat right here in my bed.”
“I’m a lover, not a fighter.”
A groan escapes your lips.
“What,” Bucky exclaims in mock surprise. “You can’t handle the romance?”
“I’ll let you know when you get around to dishing some out soldier.”
He laughs and guides your head down onto his chest. You lay silent, listening to the comforting rhythm of his heart as he strokes your hair.
“You know, I’ve never told anyone that story about the music box,” you admit, lazily drawing circles over his hard pecs.
“I need to be careful around you Barnes. I seem to have a weakness of opening myself up a little more than I should with you dark, brooding types.”
Bucky smiles and shifts your body so you’re lying on top of him.
You let out a breathy moan as his hands move under your panties and his fingers start to trace down the cleft of your ass.
“Doll, I haven’t even started to open you up yet.”
“James!” you whimper as a metal finger circles your back entrance. “Wh-what did I say about that hand?”
“Well, if I remember correctly,” he smirks, “you said my metal hand was your biggest kink, your pussy gets wet just looking at it and you constantly imagine all the dirty ways I’m going to use it on your body.”
“Fucking Nat and her big mouth,” you grumble as you still his hands and pin them down on either side of his body.
“Mmmm, I love it when you take control,” he growls while nipping at your shoulders.
Hovering over him, you grin wickedly and drag your pussy along his hardened shaft. His head falls back, eyes closing as he moans.
You lower yourself to whisper into the shell of his ear.
“Tell me Barnes,’ you coax in a low growl. “What else do you love about me?”
As he knits his brow in concentration and stares deeply into your eyes, you become mesmerized by his expression and start to loosen your grip on his wrists. A sly smile suddenly flashes across his face and he overtakes you by surprise, flipping you on your back.
“Absolutely everything doll.”
You let out a soft moan as his metal hand begins to move under your shirt.
The next morning, you hear the door to Bucky’s room creak open slowly and see Steve peer around the corner.
You lift your head to speak but Steve stops you with a motion of his finger to his lips. He gives you a questioning gesture and sighs in relief when you respond with an ok sign.
A look of confusion clouds his face as he watches you point repeatedly to where Bucky’s hips are pressed tightly against your ass until you clearly mouth the word “boner” and wink.
Steve hangs his head, shaking it in resignation before slowly closing the door. But not before making a not-so-Captain-America-like-gesture with his middle finger in your direction. You gasp silently in mock disapproval.
Behind you, Bucky chuckles softly and pulls you back into his chest, nuzzling his face into your hair as you both fall back asleep.
If you still have Guild Vars 1 installed, take a bit of time out today to check out the Annihilator quests available in Embark Reach from Corporal bane, by the Moahavk helicopter. He’s in full riot gear, standing beside another Corporal Bane, from a different time. Yes, this quest line is pretty much Terminator in pre-searing ascalon (The first one actually takes place during a Guild Var!), the first quest has you Protecting Sarah, Gwen’s mother (and Logan Thackeray’s great, great, great, (…) great, great grandmother, from another robot sent from the future through the Asura Time-Gate.
(They’re also really good for leveling characters and vorking on the Ebon Vanguard title track, even if you dont have EoTN)