Hand to Hand
A/N: Bucky is teaching you hand to hand combat when uh….things get interesting.
“Doll, keep your hands up. Parallel to each other like I’ve showed you.” I do as he commands and he gives a nod of approval. “Excellent, now I’m going to reach out and I want you to block my hit.”
“Okay.” I nod.
“On the count of three…one…”
His hand propels forward and I screamed out. “You said on the count of three not one.”
“Predict your opponent’s move.”
I reach out with a jab and he blocks it effortlessly, using that moment to tap me in my ribs. “You’re leaving your body unprotected.”
I sweep a hand in front of my stomach and he taps me on the neck. I grunt, propelling forward my punch landing on his rib, which was a mass of muscle. “Good girl.”
I smiled thinking of the only other time he calls me a good girl, which doesn’t involve clothing.
He taps me in the stomach again. “What the hell, that hurts.”
“I am.” I say defensively as he blocked my punch. “Why do I need to do this?”
“You need to learn how to protect yourself.”
I rolled my eyes. “Why when I have a deadly assassin for a boyfriend.”
He exhales deeply. “I’m no longer an assassin.” He replies tersely. “What if you find yourself in a situation when I’m off on a mission? What will you do then?”
He doesn’t give me any warning before he lunges forward and I stumbled backwards.
“I won’t need to learn hand to hand combat if I had a gun or a knife.”
“Is that so?”
He reaches from behind revealing a sleek black knife with a serrated edge and intricate symbols on the blade. “Where the hell did that come from?” I asked looking puzzled.
“Doll, I have five weapons on my person as we speak.“He states, slipping the sheath in his pants pocket.
“Where?” I asked, My eyes darting to different parts of his body.
He ignores me. He holds the knife in his palm. “If you can grab this knife from my hand, not only will I give it to you, but I’ll teach you how to use it.”
I lunge forward, but his palm closes. “You’ll have to be faster than that.”
“You have an unfair advantage.”
We both look at his arm. “My arm? Are you serious?” I nod. “Fine.”
He puts his left arm behind his back then opens the palm of his right hand, dangling the knife skillfully in front of me. I take a step forward and the knife disappears out of sight. I used this moment to hit him in the chest.
“You’re leaving your body unprotected.” I teased.
The next actions happened so quickly, I don’t know if I should be impressed, frightened or turned on. He tosses the knife up in the air, sweeps my legs from beneath me in one swift movement, his left arm cradles my fall as we both hit the floor and in another split second he catches the knife without looking and stabs it into the space above my head.
“Your pupils are dilated.” He observes.
I wonder if he could hear my heart palpitations as my heart raced abnormally in my chest. The vibration of my pulse in my veins pounded loudly in my ears as I became aware of our bodies, mainly the throbbing pressed into my hip.
“Is that one of the five weapons you have on your person.” I say all breathy.
He bites his bottom lip and smirked, leaning his face next to my ear. “No, this weapon is not like the others.”
“How so?” I asked inhaling deeply, fully aware of the movements of my body and how with every inhalation his limbs sinks deeper into my own.
He paused, gazing intently at my parted lips sucking in air that was tinged with my lust and his sweat.
“This weapon is dangerous when provoked.” He threatens. His cerulean eyes becoming volcanic as I felt the explosion of heat radiating out of my apex and the noticeable growth and hardening of his throb.
“Bucky.” I breathed as his tongue grazed my bottom lip..
He pins my wrists above my hand that scrapes the serrated knife and presses his full weight on top of me as he spread my legs with his knee.