Revenge Turned Sweet

Chapter 30: They'll Go Away

"I'm yours," I agree in the vain hope that he'll stop his merciless teasing. He works his way back up to me and presses his lips to mine. 

My hands slide down his torso until I feel the button of his jeans. I fumble with the button many times, making me pull away from him with a groan. "Need me to do it?" Bucky asks through a breathy chuckle.

I glare up at him but giggle quietly before nodding my head. "Yes, please," I chuckle, making him laugh as he undoes his jeans and pulls them down before throwing them across the room. "I've missed you too," I whisper when he looks back at me. For the first time, I see a hint of blush covering his cheeks.

He nuzzles his face in my neck, making me laugh at the stubble on his face scratching me. "Are you ready?" He asks, sighing into my neck.

I close my eyes, trying to ease the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. "Yes," I whisper and snake my fingers into his hair, trying to brace myself for the inevitable stinging I may feel. He sighs into my neck again as he moves forward into me. I hiss at the familiar stretch aching. Although, it's not uncomfortable this time as he continues to glide into me.

"Are you okay?" He asks, moving back up to look at me.

I open my eyes, finding his face a bit red and the muscles in his chest tight. I nod a few times, feeling my words leave me as he slowly pulls out and back in. A mix of pleasure and a slight sting mixing together inside of me. My mouth falls open as he continues his maneuvers at a faster pace. He looks up at me with a smug look in his eyes and caresses his thumb down my bottom lip. His hand slides past my cheek and pulls my face to his in a bruising kiss, slowing his pace at the same time. I sigh, snaking my fingers through his hair.

He pulls away slowly and grins, I furrow my brows at him for a moment. I gasp as he grips my hips and flips us over, pushing me further down onto him. A shaky breath escapes me and my hands fly to his chest trying to keep myself quiet. It stings, somehow feeling deeper than before.

He grins at me as his hands on my hips begin to move, guiding me into a rhythm. Each time he guides my hips up, he brings me down harder, grinding against him. My eyes roll back at feeling every inch of him moving inside of me, deeper and fuller. My breathing hitches when he tugs on my hair, pulling my face to his and colliding our lips together roughly. A quiet moan escapes my lips and disappears into the kiss and he pulls away slightly, our noses still touching. "You like that, huh?" He asks through his heavy breathing.

I nod a few times and his fingers tighten on my hips, grinding me down further onto him if it's even possible. He guides me back and forth, up and down, and the feeling is euphoric. I open my eyes to find him in the same state as I am. His eyes are glued to where we're connected, his chest heaving up and down with his ragged breathing. The view has me snaking my fingers through his hair and bringing him closer to me. He sits up, his hands not ceasing their grip and he traps his bottom lip between his teeth.

His breathing begins to get labored as he continues to move and my entire body feels like it's on fire. He presses a kiss to the middle of my chest, his warm lips making my heart flutter. "You're doing so good," he praises me then brushes my hair out of my face gently. His head lulls back, his eyes rolling back as a shock of pleasure rips through me. Surprising me and making me clench myself around him. "Fuck, you feel so good."

A fluttering feeling echoes in my lower stomach at his words, bringing me closer to the edge I've grown fond of. His grip tightens on my hips as he sits up, pulling his chest to mine and kisses me with a fervor I haven't felt before. "Bucky," I breathe, the only coherent word in my mind is his name.

He looks up at me through his thick lashes. "I know," he responds, studying my face. His grip falters for a moment when I feel the same exploding sensation I'd only felt with him before.

I moan into his kiss before he pulls my hair back. The sensation stinging my scalp but only seeming to multiply the many other feelings flowing through me. He bites at my collar bone, making me gasp and he runs his tongue over the same spot. My eyes flutter shut as his movements stop and his head falls against my chest. A low groan from his chest vibrating through me.

His hand releases its grip on my hair and both of his arms wrap tightly around my back. Hugging my body impossibly close to his. I brush my hands through his hair, both our chests moving up and down with our erratic breathing.

"You did so good, doll," he whispers against my chest and I smile at his words.

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My eyes shoot open when the sound of a door clicking shut echoes in my ears, awakening me from a peaceful sleep. I squint, looking around the room and seeing the lamp on the desk is still on. The space next to me however, is empty. I flinch when the sound of running water coming from the bathroom catches my attention. I chew on my lip as I crawl out of the bed, tiptoeing towards the bathroom door and opening it slowly.

My eyes go straight to the glass-walled shower at the far end of the large bathroom. I quietly shut the door behind me and walk closer to the shower door, seeing Bucky standing under the water, his metal arm holding himself up and his eyes squeezed shut. I step in behind him, feeling the warm water spray onto my body and close the door a bit louder than needed so I won't startle him.

He doesn't move from his place. I wrap my arms around his torso and rest my head against his back. "Do you want to talk about it?" I ask, knowing he's had a nightmare by the way he slightly trembles under the hot water.

His head lifts up as he turns around, his hands snaking around my waist, pulling me into a tight embrace. He shakes his head against my shoulder and I pull away from him a bit. His normally dark brown hair, now soaked black drips water into my face. His lips are turned down at the corners, forcing his face to be full of sorrow. I place a chaste kiss to his lips. "They'll go away," I breathe like it's a promise.

"How do you know?" He asks quietly.

I sigh and run my hand over the stubble on his cheek. "I just know." I smile slightly at him, trying to do whatever I can to ease his mind.

He's quiet for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he stares at me. For a moment, I consider letting the wall down to hear what he's thinking before he presses his lips to mine. Following with his lips touching every inch of my face, I chuckle at his action but feel my chest heat up in adoration for him. He smiles at me lazily and I push the hair out of his face.

He spins us around and I'm drenched with scalding hot water. I gasp at the change in temperature and he runs his hand through my knotted hair. "I'm so lucky," he mutters, placing a kiss on my forehead. I smile as he pulls away but my mind drifts off to the very thing I don't want to be thinking about as my eyes glance down at his arm.

Hydra is still out there.

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