A/N: Thank you all so much for your patience!!!True story…A few days after I posted Chapter 5, I started on my first draft for Chapter 6. But as I was writing, a scene that happened “off paper” in Chapter 5 would not get out of my head. Finally I gave in and wrote it down, planning to post it as a ficlet. Then inspiration struck on Valentine’s Day and I was sidetracked by a Bucky one-shot. When I got back to Chapter 5.5, I realized 2,000 words in that I couldn’t cast this scene adrift and I wanted to include in the main story so it became the intro for Chapter 6. As I kept writing, another scene popped into my head and then another…I couldn’t resist getting them down on paper. Before I knew it, what I had initially outlined for this chapter needed to be pushed so now there’s an extra chapter of excruciating slowburn coming…you’re welcome. Then, as I was finishing up my new first draft of Chapter 6, Sebastian Stan happened…fucker goes and posts that locker room selfie. I tried to ignore it, honest, but the muse is strong and his abs would not leave my head. So off I went to write that one-shot. And then dance competition season started…enough said. So I truly apologize for the delay and thank you for indulging me with this chapter.
p.s. You may want to re-read the end of Chapter 5 as the first part of this chapter takes place after the scrabble game ;)
Thanks to @evansrogerskitten for pointing me to a collage app so I could finally create a proper header for this fic. And To everyone sending me messages, feedback and requests to be tagged, THANK YOU! You are AWESOME! Tumblr is being a bitch with the tags so I’ve done these manually - I hope I haven’t missed anyone! Please send me a note if I’ve left you off by mistake or if you would like to be tagged.
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Chapter 6: Three’s A Crowd
Stepping out of the elevator with Bucky, you glance down at your entwined hands and giggle softly.
“What’s so funny?” he questions as you walk down the hallway towards his room.
You look up at his puzzled expression and smile.
“I made myself a promise that tonight would be Bucky-free,” you confess as you nudge his hip with your own.
“It’s turned into a Bucky free-for-all.”
Bucky laughs and slides his arm around your waist to pull you tight against his side.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he counters in mock defense, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.
“Well, let’s see Barnes,” you ponder, tapping your finger thoughtfully against your chin.
“In just over an hour you’ve managed to wind me up playing a filthy game of scrabble, text a half naked picture of me to your entire contact list, knock Steve out of the contest and then suggest I take a picture of your naked ass to make it up to me.”
Bucky grins proudly at the recap of the evening’s events as he ushers you across the threshold of his room.
“All your fault babe,” he insists, licking his lips smugly.
“When you’re around, I just wanna be bad.”
“Really, really bad,” he murmurs suggestively as his hand slides down the curve of your hip.
You roll your eyes and give his ass a hard smack as he turns to close the door.
“Hey, hands off the money maker,” he grumbles jokingly as he rubs his backside with an exaggerated motion.
“I want to look perfect for my close-up.”
He draws you into his chest, a sly smile curling his lips. “I know it’s hard for you to keep your hands off me, but you really need to control yourself.”
He ignores your loud scoff and bends down to playfully nip at your neck.
“You can mark me later doll,” he offers coyly, giving you a wink as he pulls away and heads to the bathroom to swap his tight jeans for a pair of comfortable shorts. You take a seat on the edge of his bed and try to resist the urge to sneak a peek through the open door.
Walking back into the bedroom, Bucky stops to look up at the ceiling and then down around his legs, nodding.
“The lighting seems good right here.”
With his back turned to you, he tucks his hands into the top of his shorts to pull them down.
“Woah sergeant!” you call out, leaping off the bed to still his movements. “Not so fast.”
Bucky stops and looks over his shoulder at you, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“I’m not going to do this half-assed,” you tease as you step up behind him and wrap your arms tight around his waist.
“Before I take this picture, I need to get a good feel for the subject first.”
Bucky swallows hard as your lips graze his ear and come down lightly on his neck.
“I’m all yours doll,” he murmurs softly as you kiss a path to his pulse point.
You sigh against his neck as your hands run under his shirt, his solid muscles flexing beneath your warm touch. Pulling the material up and over his head in one swift movement, your gaze falls to his exposed body.
A low growl rumbles in Bucky’s chest as you smooth your hands over his broad shoulders and then rake your nails down his back.
“The things I want to do to this body,” you whisper hotly against his skin as you bring your lips down to feather soothing kisses along the faint, red lines.
“My pussy’s so wet just thinking about it.”
Bucky groans, his head falling back against your shoulder as your fingers move slowly across the top of his shorts and circle to the front to untie the drawstring. A soft moan crosses your lips as his cock twitches under your touch.
Dipping your hands under the waistband, you position them on either side of his hips and slide them down the deep V lines carved in his abs. You pause in surprise when your fingers brush against the coarse hairs at his groin.
“Going commando Bucky?” you gasp in exaggerated modesty while you feel around for his briefs. He inhales sharply as your fingertips graze the base of his hardening cock.
“I told you babe,” he mutters longingly as you kneel behind him. “I had plans for you tonight.”
“Getting you on your knees was definitely on the list,” he smirks as your fingers grip the sides of his shorts and begin to pull down on the fabric.
You start to respond with a smart remark, but stop abruptly when you notice that your efforts to rid him of his clothing are meeting with resistance.
A glance at his arms causes you to frown as you observe that they are crossed tight and sitting high in front of his chest. You tug on his shorts a few more times until you realize that the waistband is caught in the stiff curve of his erection.
A large smile crosses Bucky’s face as he listens to you quietly curse under your breath.
“A hand here please,” you huff in an exasperated tone as you grab onto his hips and rise to your feet.
“Sure thing doll,” he responds sweetly over his shoulder as he maneuvers one of your hands from his waist and places it over the large bulge straining against the thin material.
“That’s not what I meant,” you giggle, your free hand snapping the elastic band of his shorts against his bare skin in protest.
Bucky’s wince quickly turns into a groan when your renewed attempt to loosen his clothing causes your fingers to accidentally swipe the tip of his cock that is already slick with precum.
“See what you do to me kitten,” he mumbles lowly, voice thick with lust.
“You make daddy so hard and wet.”
You let out a small gasp as Bucky takes your hand and begins to slowly guide your palm over his hard shaft in long strokes.
“Wanna feel your sweet lips on my cock baby girl.”
Moaning softly against his neck, you reach out to grasp the thumb of his metal hand between your fingers.
“Not until it’s just the two of us left in the contest,” you purr into his ear as you circle his thumb over the swollen head of his leaking cock.
“Then daddy can fuck my pretty little mouth all day long.”
His body shudders as you rest your chin on his shoulder and bring his metal thumb to your lips to suck it clean. As you remove it with a loud pop and move back behind him, Bucky quietly mutters a few choice profanities under his breath.
Hooking your fingers once again under the band of his shorts to try and loosen them, his cock finally springs free and smacks loudly against his abs.
You inhale sharply at the sound, wanting so badly to turn him around so you can take his thick length deep into your mouth. But instead, you muster your willpower and push his shorts over his hips until they slide down his legs to pool at his feet.
Bucky hums in approval as you lower your lips onto the nape of his neck and start to trail light kisses down his spine; your body slowly sinking to the floor until you’re kneeling in front of his firm ass.
Your hands glide up his legs and run along the creases at the bottom of his cheeks before moving to stroke his inner thighs. A low moan escapes Bucky’s lips as your fingers skim back and forth along the smooth strip of skin between his legs and then up the cleft of his ass.
“You feel so good babe,” you murmur breathlessly, pausing to circle the puckered skin around his hole.
“Can’t wait to wrap my legs around you and dig my high heels into this sexy ass.”
A smirk plays on your lips as you watch Bucky’s hands curl into tight fists at his side, undoubtedly fighting the urge to stroke his hard cock.
“Everything alright up in front sweet cheeks,” you tease as you rub your palms over his ass.
“I just need a few more minutes to flesh things out back here before I take your picture.”
“Why don’t you pass me your phone,” he dares in a low, gruff voice.
“I’ve got your money shot right here princess.”
“That’s way too much for my phone to handle,” you chuckle appreciatively as you reach down to grab your device.
“I need a wide angle lens for what you’re packing soldier.”
Bucky raises his eyebrows and nods in agreement, his lips pressed in a smug smile. You tap on the camera icon and position the phone to get Bucky’s backside in the frame.
“OK, don’t move,” you instruct as you focus the shot. As the image sharpens, you frown at the screen and lower your phone.
“What the fuck are you doing Bucky,” you scold playfully.
“What,” he replies with a hint of innocence in his voice. “I just want to make sure you get my dimples in the shot.”
“Don’t be a smart-ass Barnes.”
“Smile” you jokingly sing out as you tap the button to take a string of photos. “There, that should do it.”
As you busy yourself with cropping the best image to send to the team, Bucky pulls up his shorts and comes up from behind, wrapping his arms around you to watch over your shoulder.
“Man, I have a really nice ass,” he observes proudly as you hit send.
“I can’t blame you for wanting to grab it all the time.”
As you push away from his arms with a loud scoff, Bucky gives your ass a firm squeeze before you slip away to his bed. He quickly moves over to his side to help you pull back the covers and then slides in next to you.
You smile as Bucky’s metal arm encircles your waist from behind and pulls you in close to him. He sighs contently as he buries his face into your neck and presses his erection against your backside.
“Do you think you can stand down soldier,” you chuckle lightly as you reach back to rub his stubbled cheek.
“I can’t help it doll,” he purrs into the shell of your ear.
“I keep picturing your gorgeous ass in that thong.”
“Yeah and thanks to you, so is Steve,” you grimace, biting your bottom lip in worry.
“He’s going to be so pissed when he sees us tomorrow.”
“Are you kidding me,” Bucky mutters as he lazily kisses your neck.
“That punk’s going to wake up with a big smile on his face and his hand wrapped around his cock. Lucky bastard.”
You let out a disapproving huff and gently swat at his hand that is inching its way down to your bare leg.
“Tell me babe,” he muses sleepily as his fingers push up the bottom of your shorts and begin to play with the hem of your panties.
“How the hell did you take that picture?”
You smile at him coyly over your shoulder and wink. “I’ll show you after the contest.”
As you snuggle your head into the crook of Bucky’s arm, he quietly mumbles into your ear.
“I can’t fucking wait.”
As expected, Steve spent much of next morning avoiding all contact with you and Bucky as well as dodging the friendly taunts from the rest of the team.
Surprisingly though, it only took him a few hours to come around to forgiving Bucky for his transgressions. All of your attempts to smooth things over however, were quickly and coldly rebuffed. Instead, the days following Steve’s elimination from the contest were filled with countless awkward moments between you and the Captain.
Whenever you entered a room, Steve would mutter an excuse to the others and hurry out without even glancing your way. He made sure to sit in the seat furthest from you at dinner and had even rearranged his schedule to ensure you were nowhere near the gym when he was working out. When you gestured for him to take his usual seat next to you on the couch for the team’s weekly movie night, his cheeks had flushed pink and he quickly mumbled his regrets before bailing to his room.
Not helping the situation were the scores of massive posters Tony had custom made that pictured your ass and Bucky’s ass, side by side, with the slogan “Putting the ‘Ass’ in Assassins” in big, bold letters. Much to your annoyance, as well as Steve’s, they seemed to occupy every square foot of empty wall space in the compound.
Despite Bucky’s insistence that things would soon blow over, the uneasy tension between you and Steve just continued to grow.
Finally, after three days of Steve avoiding you at every turn, you decide you’ve had enough of the Captain’s cold shoulder. Entering Steve’s living quarters, you make yourself comfortable on his bed and wait for him to return from an afternoon run with Bucky.
It isn’t long until you hear the elevator doors open and the sound of Steve and Bucky’s animated voices floating down the hall. As their footsteps approach, you swallow nervously as your heart beats fast in your chest.
“I’ll come get you after I take a quick shower,” Bucky calls out before closing his door.
“Sure thing pal,” Steve answers as he comes into view. You watch as he pauses in front of the “Assassins” poster hanging on the wall across from his room and shakes his head with a loud sigh.
Turning to step through the doorway, Steve stops abruptly when he spots you reclining against the large headboard of his bed. A faint blush creeping up his neck, he lowers his gaze and quickly walks over to his dresser.
“What are doing here?” he asks tersely with his back turned as he rifles through the clothes in the drawer.
You take a deep breath and reply hesitantly. “I’m waiting for my best friend to come back from his run so I can tell him he’s being a major ass.”
Steve shoots you a steely glare from over his shoulder, clearly unimpressed with your attempt to break the ice.
“What, too soon,” you ask, feigning innocence.
Steve slams the drawer and stands facing the wall with his hands on his hips.
“Come on Stevie,” you coax, nervously rubbing your hands on your thighs. “You can’t avoid me forever.”
“I miss you.”
Steve’s shoulders sag as he bows his head to the floor. With a soft sigh, he turns and gives you a small smile.
“I miss you too kiddo,” he responds, trying hard to keep his eyes from flitting down your form.
“Can we just put this all behind us?”
You cock your eyebrow slightly at his choice of words and flash him a mischievous grin.
“You bet your bottom,” you respond cheekily.
“This whole thing is starting to bum me out.”
Steve throws his head back and groans. “You’re such a pain in the ass.”
Laughing, you rub a large circle on the spot next to you on the bed.
“Get that cute butt over here Captain.”
Steve walks over to the bed and toes off his running shoes before sitting down next to you, the pink in his cheeks rising.
You move over to snuggle up against his body and give him a big hug.
“Are we good then?” you mutter into his shirt as he awkwardly tries to position his hands on your shoulders.
He sighs loudly and shakes his head from side to side.
“Come on Stevie,” you pout, looking up at him with a frown as you rub his chest in comfort. “What’s the problem?”
“You’re my best friend’s girl,” he mumbles, eyes cast downwards as he blindly gestures to the poster in the hall. “I shouldn’t be thinking about you like that.”
“What are you trying to tell me,” you question with mock indignation.
“Is my ass not good enough for Captain America?”
Steve chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Brat.”
You look up at him through your lashes and give him a coy smile.
“Listen, would it make you feel any better if I told you that when we first met, I may have thought about you once or twice ‘like that’ while I was…ummm, well…not the master of my domain.”
It takes a few moments before Steve’s eyes widen at the meaning of your words.
“Really?” he stutters, slightly flustered.
“Well yeah,” you confess with a giggle. “I mean, who wouldn’t? Have you seen you?”
As you and Steve trade shy smiles, the low rumble of a clearing throat makes you both jump.
Turning, you see Bucky leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed and eyes gleaming.
“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he asks gruffly with a hint of playful menace in his voice.
Steve chuckles nervously and raises his hands in defense. “We were just talking Buck.”
Bucky purses his lips and nods slowly. “Sure, just talking.”
“Interesting conversation,” he mutters to himself while he pushes away from the door.
“Especially when you consider what we talked about on our run,” recalls Bucky as he shoots Steve a knowing glance.
You furrow your brow as you look from Bucky to Steve and then back to Bucky who is now slowly stalking over to the bed.
“Come on Buck,” Steve mumbles in a sheepish voice, the colour in his face deepening. “You know she’s only saying this to make me feel better.”
Bucky stops at the side of the bed and cocks his head. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip as his gaze slowly roams over you and Steve.
“She can definitely make you feel better pal,” he chuckles.
“Could someone please tell me what the hell you two are talking about,” you grumble impatiently as Bucky lies down next to you on the bed.
“No need to pretend, I heard what you said to Steve,” soothes Bucky as he runs his hands up your legs and grips your waist. “It’s all good doll.”
“Just thinking about it is making me so fucking hard.”
You gasp in surprise as he flips you around and presses your back up against Steve. As Bucky moves in tight to your chest, you struggle to suppress a moan as you’re sandwiched between their rock hard bodies.
“Pictures really don’t do her justice eh Stevie,” Bucky murmurs, his hand dropping down to rub slow circles over your clothed mound while he gives Steve a nod.
Feeling Steve’s hand start to travel over the curve of your hip to cup your ass and his cock twitch against your thigh, your mouth drops open in shock as their intentions fully register in your brain.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you spit out sharply as you squirm out of their arms and scramble off the bed.
Your body shaking with disbelief, you stare incredulously at Bucky and Steve as they prop themselves up on their elbows and look on in amusement.
“You two punks think you can take me on…TOGETHER,” you growl lowly as you narrow your eyes at the smirking men.
Pointing to Steve, you shake your head in amazement. “I’d wreck you the minute I opened my mouth.”
“And you sergeant,” you taunt with a wry smile.
“You start murder strutting all over the place the second another man just looks in my direction.”
You close your eyes and start to breathe in deeply to calm your cresting anger, when you hear Bucky and Steve break out into uncontrollable laughter.
Watching them with a mixture of shock and confusion, you suddenly realize that they were playing you this whole time.
“Fucking assholes,” you scream while looking around for something to throw. As you bend down to grab his running shoes, Steve picks up his shield which is leaning against the bedside table and positions it in front of him and Bucky just in time to deflect the incoming sneaker.
“She’s a feisty one,” Steve chuckles as the second shoe bounces loudly off his shield.
“Yeah,” agrees Bucky. “We may have to tie her down.”
“Bite me soldier,” you hiss in annoyance while you plant your hands firmly on your hips in a defiant stance.
“Mmmm, I know exactly where,” answers Bucky wickedly as his eyes trail down your body. You struggle to maintain your composure as a wave of heat rolls over you and settles between your legs.
“Can I watch,” Steve questions hopefully as he looks up at you innocently through his thick lashes.
Huffing sharply, you turn on your heels and stomp towards the door - leaving behind a string of swear words and two super soldiers doubled over in laughter, in your wake.
“Save that dirty talk for the foreplay kitten,” you hear Bucky call out loudly before you slam your bedroom door hard in disgust, further splintering the already damaged frame.
You lean back to catch your breath and listen intently for any signs that Bucky is following in pursuit. After a few moments of silence, you let out an irritated huff and angrily push yourself off the door.
Stalking over to your dresser, you yank open a drawer and hastily grab some panties and a bra to slip into after your shower.
You’re about to slam the drawer shut, when you spot the vintage corset and garters you were conveniently wearing when Bucky happened past your open door a few weeks ago. You finger the lace absentmindedly as you recall how Bucky’s lust blown eyes had devoured the sight of you, almost making you come undone on the spot.
Wetness begins to flood your core as you imagine his fingers on your thighs, deftly unfastening the clasps of the garters, and then slowly rolling the silk stockings down your legs as his lips trail over your exposed skin.
“Stop it,” you mumble unconvincingly to your reflection in mirror above the dresser. You knew you were fighting a losing battle. That no matter how angry you were at Bucky, you couldn’t keep him from invading your thoughts. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, James Buchanan Barnes was your weakness.
Even so, you certainly weren’t going to let him or Steve for that matter, off the hook that easily for the stunt they had just pulled. With a devilish smile, you pick up the corset and a pair of lacey panties before heading to the shower to plot your revenge.
Twenty minutes later you emerge from your bathroom, shivering slightly from the rush of cool air that is once again streaming from the vents. You look up from toweling your hair to find Bucky seated on the edge of your bed, tapping away on his phone.
Raising his eyes from the screen, Bucky inhales roughly as he watches you move towards him in a short, silk robe that is clinging to your damp body.
Stopping just short of his reach, you cross your arms over your chest and glare. “What do you want Bucky?”
He cocks his eyebrow and gives you a wicked grin. As his eyes rove over your body hungrily, you can’t help but sense he’s imagining all the possible answers to your question.
You throw your towel at him in annoyance and turn to walk away when he grabs your wrist to stop your retreat.
“Don’t be mad babe, we were only fooling around,” he murmurs apologetically, giving you his best puppy dog eyes as he starts to gently stroke your arm with his metal fingers.
“Steve just wanted a little payback for the other night and to make it up to him, I agreed to help.”
You tilt your head to the side and narrow your eyes. “And how exactly was that payback for your part Bucky?”
“Are you kidding me doll,” he huffs, shaking his head in disbelief. “Watching Steve with his hands all over you was pure torture and that punk knows it.”
“There is no way in hell I would ever let…” His words trail off into a whisper as his voice shakes with emotion.
“It would fucking kill me to see you with another man.”
Your heart squeezes tight at his words and you feel your anger begin to fade; only to be replaced with a tinge of guilt. Bucky’s hands take hold of your hips and pull you closer. His fingers run over the smooth silk of your robe and tuck under the hem.
As Bucky’s fingers slowly skim up your legs, his breath hitches in surprise when he reaches your garters. Biting down hard on his bottom lip, he toys with the straps before following them up to your corset. He sighs deeply as he pulls his hands away, causing you to softly whimper.
“You’re my girl,” he murmurs soothingly as he presses his forehead against your stomach and slowly starts to undo the sash that’s tied tightly at your waist.
Your fingers card into his hair while he eases your robe open and brings his warm lips down on the sheer material of the corset.
“Bucky,” you whine desperately, arching your back as you surrender to the touch of his metal fingers rolling over the thin lace covering your clit.
“All mine,” he responds with a matched desperation in his voice as his other hand begins to unhook the back of the corset. “For always.”
“I’m never letting you go.”
You gently tug at the strands of his hair between your fingers and coax his head back. Eyes fluttering closed, you start to slowly lean into his lips when there is a knock at the door.
Simultaneous groans fill the air as the door swings open and Natasha steps into the room.
“Hey girl, are you ready for your makeover.”
Nat stops short when she sees you close your robe quickly and Bucky flop back onto the bed with his hands over his face.
“Fucking lousy timing Nat,” grumbles Bucky as he reaches back and grabs a pillow to cover the noticeable bulge in his jeans.
Natasha cocks her eyebrow and smirks. “You’ve never complained about my timing before Barnes.”
Bucky lifts his head and gives her a knowing look before they both begin to laugh at their inside joke.
Sitting yourself down on the edge of the bed, your heart sinks as you watch them, remembering an encounter from earlier in the day. You and Bruce had been on your way back from the lab, when you both walked in on Nat and Bucky sitting in the common room; their heads close together, furtively whispering to each other.
During one of your many late night talks, Bucky had come clean about the crush he had developed on Natasha when he first moved into the compound. He vehemently assured you that it had amounted to nothing more than a bit of flirting before quickly fizzling out in favour of a close friendship. Even though you believed him, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealously when you watched them together. With only the three of you left in the contest, just the thought of Nat and Bucky being the last two standing was enough to make you nervous.
Lowering your gaze to the floor, you quickly try to erase any doubts in your mind before your face betrays you. A small smile tugs at your lips as you remind yourself that you’re the one Bucky wakes up to in his arms each morning and the one that falls asleep in his tight embrace each night.
The touch of cool metal quickly snaps you out of your thoughts as Bucky sidles up to you and pulls your body tight against his side. You wrap your arms around him and look up into his deep blue eyes. Sighing, he cups his hand on your cheek and lowers his forehead to yours.
“I gotta go help Steve get everything ready for tonight,” he mutters disappointedly as his fingers trail down your throat and slip into your robe to lightly trace the curve of your breast.
“But after that, I’m all yours doll.”
Head nodding, you lean into him as he plants a lingering kiss on your forehead before rising to his feet. The bed dips slightly as Natasha takes a seat beside you, smiling smugly at the exchange like a proud matchmaker.
Bucky pauses for a moment to take in the sight of you and Nat on your bed. Chuckling to himself, he pulls out his phone from the pocket of his jeans.
“You know, the guys are begging me to take myself out of the contest,” he explains as he snaps a quick picture of the both of you.
“Stark is throwing around an obscene amount of money for me to pull out and leave just the two of you in the game.”
“They are dying to see what the winner would make the loser do,” Bucky continues with a smirk as he sends the picture to the men. “Think they’re hoping for some nudity.”
You’re about to protest loudly when Nat throws you a silencing look. She makes sure she has Bucky’s full attention before reaching down to grab the sash of your robe. She licks her lips as she weaves the silky material through her fingers and locks eyes with you.
“Well, I know if I won, I would ask your little kitten here to slip into something sexy,” Nat purrs seductively as she yanks on the sash to force your body closer. You struggle to keep a straight face as she leans into you, her plump red lips mere inches from yours and her hot breath fanning your face.
Sneaking a sideways glance, you watch Bucky’s jaw clench slightly as his eyes cloud over in a tormented mix of jealously and arousal.
“Then I’d make her come…” she muses as Bucky leans towards you protectively. “To each of your rooms where we’d both crawl into your beds and take turns straddling your bodies…”
“…while we smother you all in your sleep for being disgusting perverts.”
Less than amused, Bucky rolls his eyes as you and Nat dissolve into high-pitched peals of laughter.
“Hilarious,” he grumbles under his breath as he waits with his hands on his hips for the laughter to subside.
Wiping the tears from your eyes, you reach out and take his hand.
“I’ll be down as soon as I’m done babe,” you promise sweetly, lacing your fingers through his. Bucky smiles and brings your hand to his lips before reaching down to kiss your cheek.
“Don’t keep me waiting beautiful,” he whispers into your ear, sending chills down your spine and a wave of warmth between your legs.
He steps back, still holding your hand, and looks silently into your eyes for a few moments.
“Take good care of my girl Nat,” he instructs without breaking his gaze. Squeezing your hand, he gives you a wink and a smile, before turning to leave.
You tilt your head and sigh as you watch him walk out the door. Nat nudges your shoulder with hers, chuckling in amusement.
“Geez girl,” she teases as you get up from the bed and walk over to your makeup table. “He’s only going downstairs, not off to war.”
You stick your tongue out at her reflection in the mirror and start to root around for your hair brush.
Natasha comes up from behind and leans over your shoulder to grab the brush from your reach. Before you can object, she begins to glide it through your hair in long, methodical strokes.
Sitting in silence, you glance at each other every so often in the mirror, an uncomfortable tension growing between you. Several minutes pass before you hear her take a deep breath and speak.
“Did I ever tell you about the time Bucky and I kissed?” she asks tentatively, her eyes meeting yours in the mirror. You shake your head and look away, trying to push down the tears that are threatening to appear.
“We were undercover, posing as a married couple,” she recounts, pausing the brush mid-stroke as she recalls the memory.
“It was awful, really awkward,” she shudders, pulling the corners of her mouth down in an exaggerated grimace. “Nearly blew our cover.”
Picking up a heated curling iron from the table, Nat wraps a length of your hair around the barrel. She smiles wryly as she watches the steam rise from the iron.
“There was no heat between us, nothing.”
A loose curl falls from the barrel and rests warmly against your skin. As Nat reaches down to move it, her hand drops to your shoulder. You meet her reassuring gaze in the mirror.
“You have absolutely nothing to worry about,” she murmurs, rubbing your shoulder in comfort. “I’m not any sort of competition where Bucky is concerned. Not even close.”
You look down in embarrassment as a single tear of relief rolls down your cheek.
“How did you know?” you whisper as you watch the teardrop splatter onto your robe.
“Well, for starters, you didn’t seem too thrilled when you walked in on me and Bucky this morning,” Nat explains as she continues to curl your hair into loose waves. “I saw the daggers you were throwing my way.”
“If looks could kill,” she mutters jokingly under her breath.
“God, am I that obvious?” you cringe, covering your face with your hands to hide the telltale blush.
Nat laughs softly and bends down to rest her chin on your shoulder. She moves your hands from your face and gives you a wide smile in the mirror.
“Yeah, it’s pretty obvious to all of us that you’re crazy in love with Barnes,” she answers with a wink.
You’re about to counter with your objections, when Natasha starts to wave the hot iron menacingly at your reflection.
“Don’t you even dare try to deny it,” she threatens, narrowing her eyes as if she was reading your mind.
“And don’t fucking start with that whole ‘I’m too damaged to love’ speech. I wrote the book on that bullshit excuse.”
Damn she was good.
You slump down in the chair with a sulky huff and jut out your lower lip in an exaggerated pout. Natasha rolls her eyes and motions for you to start on your face.
Fifteen minutes of silence pass as you apply your makeup and Nat finishes curling your hair. As you uncap your lipstick and bring the bright red shade to your lips, you pause and look up at her with a timid expression on your face.
“Nat, Bucky and I haven’t kissed yet,” you confess, the heat rising in your cheeks.
“What if…what if we kiss and there are no sparks?” you mutter hesitantly, casting your eyes downwards to avoid her amused gaze.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she blurts incredulously. “The heat between you two when you’re just standing in the same room together is intense.”
“I’m afraid you’re going to burn this whole place to the ground when you eventually get around to having sex.”
You shake your head with a laugh as you stand to survey your finished look. Turning to Nat, you smile brightly and give her a big hug.
“Thanks Nat,” you mumble gratefully. “For everything.”
“Anytime babe,” she replies happily.
“Get dressed, it’s almost show time.”
You walk to your closet and grab the dress and heels you’ve picked out for the night. Untying your robe, you let it fall to the ground, revealing the tight black lace corset and garters underneath.
“Jesus,” Natasha murmurs as she sweeps her eyes over your body appreciatively. “How the hell have you been able to keep Barnes off of you?”
“It’s been hard,” you giggle as you guide a silk stocking up your leg. “I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to resist him.”
“The man is a walking sin.”
Natasha nods in agreement as she watches you slip into a flirty black dress and your favourite stilettos.
“Have you told Bucky where you’re going tonight?” she asks, eyeing you with suspicion as you run your fingers through your tousled waves.
“God no,” you respond with a hint of nervousness in your voice as you turn your back to Natasha and move your hair to the side. “I’m going to sneak out halfway through the festivities and hope Bucky doesn’t realize I’m gone until I’m deep.”
Natasha snorts loudly in response while pulling up your zipper. “Honey, he’s going to get one look at you in this dress and not be able to take his eyes off you for even a second.”
“There is no chance in hell that you’re going to be able to take one step out the front door without him noticing. And when he finds out where you’re going…”
Natasha pauses, shuddering as she imagines his reaction. “You had better brace yourself for a fight.”
Giving yourself a final once-over in the mirror, you scoff at Nat’s warning.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” you scold, swatting her arm with your clutch as you step into the hallway and stop in front of the giant ‘assassins’ poster Tony has graciously positioned outside of your room.
“I’m sure Bucky will understand after Steve and Tony sit him down to explain.”
“Yeah sure,” Nat responds sarcastically as she slaps her hand on the poster for effect.
“Is that before or after he goes all ‘winter soldier’ on our asses?”
Shaking your head, you grab her shoulders from behind and start pushing her towards the elevator.
“Bucky’s a grown man,” you argue, rolling your eyes in exasperation. “He’ll survive.”
“But Tony on the other hand…” you mutter darkly as you pass another of the massive posters.
“I’m going to kill him when this contest is over.”