Hard to Love (Bucky Barnes fanfic)

Chapter 8

Steve nods with an amused expression, clearly knowing he won't be able to stop me from doing anything I want even if he tried. Unless he gives me one of his Captain America speeches

Before I can banter further, we hear Nat call down the hall for Clint. He salutes us before quickly jogging out of the room

I sigh, leaning back against the counter and stare at the door he just exited, thinking about how I want to spend my evening

This sucks. I've got babysitters to stop me from working out now. Who am I kidding, they wouldn't stop me anyways. They'd probably be doing their own along side me and giving me pointers. I've also got a lingering feeling that Bucky would more than likely just watch me do jump ropes or something

He has this incredible staring problem

But hey, I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't watch him in the gym either

The thought of watching Bucky exercise ran through my mind. Him dripping in sweat as it would run down his body and between those delectable muscles I just know he has, the veins in his flesh arm bulging with every bench curl, the rapid rise and fall of his chest from heavy breathing. Or him taking off his shirt to cool down and wipe the sweat from his face. Maybe even tie his hair up to get it out of his eyes. I almost start drooling at the image

Bucky in a man bun

"I know something fun we can do." A husky voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I turn to find Bucky slowly strutting towards me. Steve must've bolted since he was now nowhere in sight

Finally he's not being a cockblock

"Yeah? Like what?" I tilt my head slightly, knowing exactly what he means and cross my arms over my chest in the hopes that it deters him from going down that forbidden path

Oh boy was I wrong

Bucky glances down to my chest before raking his bottom lip between his teeth. The action raised my curiosity and my body temperature. I look down at myself to see what made him do the same and realize the mistake I made

By crossing my arms, I also squished my breasts together creating more cleavage to be exposed in my already low cut tank top. When I look back up, Bucky's towering over me. He places one hand on either side of me on the ledge of the countertop, essentially trapping me in my place. My breath hitches in my throat as he cocks his head ever so slightly and peers down at me with hooded lids, a devilish glint in his cerulean orbs

"Bucky..." I breathe out. He leans down closer to me, stopping at the side of my neck, just below my ear. His warm breath causing a shiver to cascade over my body

"Do you know how hard it's been watching you walk around in skin tight clothes? Or those damn shorts that hardly cover you?" His voice was low and held a possessive tone to it

And I craved every word

"Would you rather me wear oversized everything?" I ask playfully. "Or would you prefer me in nothing?" My voice now breathy with a teasing undertone as I look up to him through my lashes

Two can play at the seduction game

"Quit teasing me Amelia." He growls, his baby blues now practically gone with how dilated his pupils were

God he's so fucking hot

I bite my lip with a smile as he pulls away just enough to look at my face

"I haven't even started." I speak with a sultry tone to match his, just above a whisper. I don't know where Steve or Bruce are but I definitely don't want them being able to hear this conversation from the halls