Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 30

James let the water heat up, before plugging the drain and dumping in a beautiful concoction of soaps. Dior and Jo Malone. Lighting a few of the Le Labo Santal candles that surrounded the tub. He looked over his shoulder, to find Maggie standing in a slight post-climax daze. Pink paint was smattered over every inch of her. Her chest, thighs, face. All covered. Completely ruined. He fucking loved it.

He stepped in with her, sinking down into the bubbles and tucking her to his chest. The warm water felt like heaven. Slowly, the paint started to melt away, off their skin. He took his time, scrubbing over her with a washcloth, then washing her hair for her, combing out the chips of color. He took care of himself next, having her help reach his broad, muscular back.

They settled in the water, letting their sexed out bodies be submerged in the luxurious scents.

Her head softly rested over his slick chest, listening to his heartbeat, letting its slow rhythm lull her to a blissful state. "Do you want to go to San Fransisco with me?" She breezed, eyes held shut.

He peeked down at her, through his low hung lids. "With Nat and Steve?"

"Mhmm. Natasha invited us. She thinks thats when he's going to propose, so she needs me to be there." She sighed, contentedly. "I could show you are where I grew up and you could meet my grandma if you want. Could be fun."

"I would love to." He pressed a kiss to the top of her wet mop of hair.

She sweetly smiled, nuzzling into his chest, yawning.

"Do we need a nap, sweetheart?"

"I think so."

With that, he stood them up, a waterfall dripping from them as they rose from the tub. He dried them off with his Egyptian cotton Graccioza towels, then carrying her to his bed. Cozying up together, bodies and hair still damp. There was truly no better feeling than climbing into bed after a bath— especially after a long day of work and some killer sex.

Maggie rolled over on her belly, leaning up on her elbows to face her snoozing bear of a man. "Psst." His eyes stayed closed, so she tried again. "Psssst."

He sighed. "What is it, doll?" Speaking with his eyes closed.

"Is Steve really going to propose to Nat while we're there?" She whispered.

Peeking his eyes open down at her, a smile creeped over his lips. "After the other night, I don't trust you to keep any secrets, young lady."

She scoffed. "Rude. I can keep big ones if I have to."

"Yes. He is."

She smiled, excitedly wiggling under the duvet. "How long have you known?"

"That guy bought a ring the after his second date with her. He's been wanting this since day one, so to answer your question— a while."

Maggie swooned at how romantic that was. Steve was such a traditional man, trying to tame Natasha's wild self and succeeding heartedly. She couldn't wait for the trip, she just had to keep her lips sealed until then.

She happily sunk back down to the mattress, letting sleep consume her.

It felt like only a second before her eyes creaked open. The bed felt a bit colder than usual. She reached around for James to chase some warmth, but he wasn't there. She shot up to find that the bed was empty. Wrapping his fur throw around herself, she trudged down through the house in search of him.

She heard a grunt coming from the study, so she popped her head in. He was bent over, scrubbing the floor with a rag, cleaning up their mess from earlier in the day. He wore a t-shirt and jeans. Something about seeing him in casual clothing was oddly sexy. It took down his intimidating front he usually wore, in his five figure suits.

"Hi."

He turned his head, to give her a quick nod. "Hi."

"I would've helped you clean." She said as she walked across the wide room.

"No fuss. You looked so comfortable, I didn't want to wake you." He tossed the rag into the bucket of water beside himself. She had never seen him doing any kind of cleaning around the house. She liked how domestic it felt, finding him in this state.

He sighed and stood to his feet, sliding his arms into the blanket that encased her naked body. Enjoying the view of her breasts as he stood over her. "I like your painting by the way."

She leaned her head on his chest, smiling. "Thank you."

"Can I have it?"

Her head shot back, looking up to find him wearing an unwavering expression of seriousness. "What?"

"I want to buy it from you."

Letting out a chuckle, as she shook her head. "You can just have it when it's finished. You're the one that supplied the paints and canvas. I already owe you another piece for your office as it is."

"Then let this be the third piece you owe me."

She frowned. "But it's all... colorful. I thought you wanted blacks and blues." Peeking over his bicep to look at it, she saw a light pink streak at the bottom of it, smirking when she realized it kinda looked like the shape of her hip and ass cheek.

He glanced over at the canvas, looking it over. "But it's you. I want to be constantly reminded of the beautiful, creative, deliciously sweet woman that owns my heart."

Gazing up at him with nothing, but love in her eyes. She stood on her toes, pressing a kiss to the middle of his chest. Right over his heart. "Okay. It's yours."

Bending at the waist, he kissed her passionately. Sucking up every last breath that slipped from her mouth, nibbling over her lips, leaving soft bites. Showering her with affection. "I— I love you."

It was the first time he's ever stuttered in front of her, feeling weak at the confession. He couldn't help it. He was different around her. Around his doll. He needed her to know how he felt. That she was the one to find a way to get his shambles of a heart beating again, squeezing the pieces together with her sticky sweetness.

Her pouty lips fell open at the confession, letting out a soft breath.

"I love you too."