HIS OBSESSION

Part 11

AN: all mistakes are my own and the devil dyslexia. Warnings for violence, beatings, blood and injury. 😩

11.

Megan

The sunlight is coming through a very small gap in the bedroom blinds and it is making it so hard for me to keep my eyes closed for any longer, I give in and open them. I've been lying here on my front awake for a little while, pinned to the bed by Bucky who has his metal arm slung across my back, the cool metal keeping me cool and a leg over me as well. He's bloody heavy, but right now I don't care. I feel like last night was a dream, an overwhelming perfect dream where two people who I think are actual gods saved me, cared for me and wanted me. Me.

I turn over staying under Bucky and look at his face. He's cute in his sleep and he looks so much younger, but then he is practically 100 years old, so he will always look younger. I my eyes rake over him I notice a small yellow post it note stuck to his metal arm. I snicker at it. Steve obviously couldn't find any magnets. I peel it off slowly and read the small note.

With Tony

Didn't want to wake either of you

Nat left some clothes.

S xx

I untangle myself from his grasp and he rolls over onto his back the sheet covering him. Smiling I look around for the clothes and find them on Steve's desk. There is a photo in a frame that catches my eye. It's a black and white picture of Steve and Bucky, they are both so young and in army uniforms, laughing at something together. It's a beautiful picture and reminds that they have so much love for one another, as something heavy lands in the pit of my stomach. How did I end up meaning anything to either of them? Me? I can't ruin that, I can't do anything to tear them apart and I've got to make sure that I'm enough for both of them, because I can't not have either of them in my life now. After all my reservations, my inner ramblings and worries, I need them.

I put the picture back, touching it lightly with my finger tips and grab the clothes heading into the bathroom. I find my discarded clothes form yesterday neatly folded on the bathroom counter. I chuckle either one of them could of done that, the are both candidates for Mr Neat and Tidy. I inspect them and my top is ruined, a deep tear runs down the side, tossing it in the trash I inspect my jeans. They have some dirt and blood on them but they will survive. I fill the sink with warm water and scrub the majority of the blood out of the thigh with Steve's soap and hang them over the shower rail when I'm done. There is a black long sleeve crop top and slate grey leggings that have a ruched bit at the top of the bum. I forget about trying to tame my hair, at this point I know it's a lost cause and put on the leggings that Nat has left for me. They accentuate my arse, which I'm not sure I like, but on the plus side they make my thighs look strong so I'm not going to moan too much about it.

Leaving my feet bare I go back into the bedroom, Bucky has some how managed to wriggle out from under the sheet and it is now only covering his left leg and his cock, I can see the dark pubic hair and there is a temptation to touch him or pull the sheet completely out fo the way. Hs body is laid bare for my eyes and I find myself raking over him as I bite my lip. I can't get over what happened last night and the early hours and I am completely on another level with ecstasy about it. They were both amazing in different ways. Steve with his unapologetic and unrestrained rough desire and Bucky with his gentle lovemaking that not only knocked my socks off, but made me melt for him in a way I wasn't sure was possible. They are completely opposite of what I would of thought. The way that Bucky talks sometimes you would think that he is rough and demanding, where as Steve is so polite, so proper and yet, he's the one who almost left bruises on my skin and fucked me hard.