Silence is deafening. Moonlight is cold. And the memories replaying in my head burn like fire.
Bucky's metal hand was freezing against my skin. The sensation was exhilarating and sent shock waves around my body. His other hand pulled at the belt loops of my jeans, sliding my hips over his.
My hands rested in his hair and against his heaving chest. His metal hand began playing with the clasps of my bra, and his tongue met mine over and over.
Bucky's lips left mine, and he kissed down my face. His teeth nipped at my jawline, and he sucked the skin on my neck, leaving bruises near my collarbone.
I sighed heavily in his ear, and Bucky continued to pull me roughly against his body. He was strong, and I felt so small in comparison to him.
People from Coney Island began searching for their cars, and lights began shining in the parking lot. Bucky and I pulled apart, breathing heavily, searching each other's eyes. Voices were approaching, so I slid back into the passenger seat.
Bucky cleared his throat and gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white with force. He looked handsome in this dark lighting, only the pale blue moonlight leaking through the windows. He turned the car on, and we pulled away from Coney Island.
We were definitely speeding as we zipped down the highway. Bucky's hands were still firmly latched onto the wheel as we raced back to the compound.
He probably regrets it.
Cars were only blips of light disappearing past us. The only distraction from my memories were those dancing headlights. His eyes were blankly staring at the expansive road in front of us, and music wasn't playing over the radio as it had been earlier in the afternoon. It was late, and we had made a mistake.
I shivered, remembering the roughness of his touch on my body. His eyes had been so dark, lustful, dangerous. It was a mistake, this game of flirty chicken, cat and mouse, whatever it was.
We rounded corners until the garage door raised. The headlights of my car blinded us as they reflected back against the white doors of the compound. Bucky pulled into a parking spot, turned the car off, and got out as quickly as he could. I sat in silence for a moment.
Yeah, that was a mistake.
My car door flung open, and Bucky was suddenly leaning over me, undoing my seatbelt. His metal hand gripped my wrist and pulled me from the car. The door slammed behind me, and I jogged to keep up with his pace.
"Where are we going? Are you okay, Bucky?" He wasn't speaking. His steps echoed through the empty garage and rang loudly in my ears. He ascended the steps quickly, and I nearly tripped trying not to get left behind.
Inside the compound, Bucky made a sharp turn towards the training room down the hall. Why?
"Um," I was confused, "Bucky, why are we going this way?"
His shoes thundering down the hallway was his only response. His grip on my wrist was tight, the cool metal of his hand had grown warm on my skin. My heart hammered in my chest at the reasons why Bucky would be leading me to the training room.
Suddenly, Bucky stopped, but his arm pushed me in front of him. His other hand held the small of my back and kept me walking into the training room. His body heat radiated behind me, but a cold shiver ran up my spine.
He pushed me roughly against the ropes surrounding the boxing ring. I caught myself and turned to face him, ready to ask why he was being so silent and aggressive. I stopped when his forearms pinned me in place against the ropes. His hands resting on the mat behind me. He leaned forward, his face centimeters from mine.
When he spoke, his voice was a low growl that vibrated in my ears, "Do you know what you do to me, doll?"
I shivered and opened my mouth to speak, but Bucky continued, "Do you know how undone you make me? How often I think about you?"
What?
"The way your lips move? How your hips sway when you walk? Your hair falling down your back?" Bucky stepped closer to me, crowding me against the ring. His voice was deep, "I don't know what this is between us, but I do know I need you, in whatever way I can have you."
Oh.
My heart was frozen in my chest, and I thought I had died. In this moment, nothing existed but Bucky towering over me, growling about how attracted to me he was.
I swallowed my hesitations, "So, why are we here?" My voice came out a squeak in the silence, opposite the effect Bucky's voice had on the space.
His hand took my elbow and led me from the boxing ring to the weapons closet. "Wait," his voice was stern. He disappeared into the closet and emerged with pretty silver daggers. They reflected the moonlight that was pouring down from the ceiling's skylights.
Bucky plucked one from the case and held it between his fingers. Without speaking, he sent it flying across the room to a target several meters away. It hit with perfect accuracy and minimal effort.
His eyes were on me, "I need to let off steam, and seeing as your the one that put me in this situation, you're going to be here too."
My mouth opened in protest, he asked to kiss me, but Bucky's metal hand grabbed my jaw and squeezed. His eyes pierced mine, "Do not speak."
Fuck, he's hot.
Bucky's hand turned my waist around and led me closer to the targets across the room. He took another dagger from the case and flipped it in his hand, catching it every time. His eyes were studying me, "Don't think I haven't noticed the way you stare at me when I have my knives."
There was no denying I had an infatuation with them. The way they twirled between his fingers, slicing through the air. They were dangerous and beautiful, and Bucky was a talented combatant. It was entertaining to watch him fight. The way his body moved with the knives, flipping, catching, twirling, slashing, it was all attractive.
My eyes didn't leave his hands as they caught the dagger over and over. His voice was an echo in my ears.
I heard him laugh, "Come here." It was a command. One I fantasized about the consequences of disobeying. My feet moved without hesitation, standing by his side, my eyes looking at his for the next instruction.
His face held a smirk, "Face the target at an angle." His hands moved my shoulders perpendicular to the wall. "Hold this," Bucky dropped a dagger between my fingers. It was light and the silver metal was cool. It glistened in the low light of the night.
Bucky's voice was a low whisper in my ear as he ducked his head next to mine to see what I saw, "Extend your wrist back, and flick it towards the target. Like you're throwing a frisbee."
I nodded, aware of how his hands were holding my hips against his. I did as he said, and my dagger hit the target, but it clattered to the ground without sticking.
Bucky handed me another dagger, "Again."
And again I tried, the dagger clattering to the ground the same as the first. I felt Bucky sigh behind me, his chest rising and falling into my back. He turned away from me and grabbed two other knives from the dagger case. They were larger than the daggers, more dangerous.
I looked up at him as he approached me, "You don't want me to throw those, do you?"
His smile was menacing, "No, doll."
He walked away from me and leaped over the boxing ring ropes. His feet hit the mat with a thud, and he paced, waiting for me to join him.
I hated how much I loved this. Bucky's demanding tone, his dominance, craving his approval. It was all building in my chest. His eyes watched me as I bent to duck between the ropes. He flipped one of the knives in his metal hand and stuck it out to me, an offering.
My shaking fingers took it from him. Were we fighting with knives? I swallowed at the thought of Bucky putting a knife to my throat. Sometimes I felt like he knew what I was thinking, so I pushed the thought away.
He stepped closer to me, "Do you remember what I taught you from our last training session?"
I nodded.
"Are you going to allow yourself to be distracted?"
I paused and shook my head no.
He laughed, "Liar."
He lunged at me, his knife swinging near my head. I yelped and used my magic to knock his fist away. He flipped it in his hand and swung again. I clutched my knife in my hand and parried his forearm back.
Bucky stepped away, grinning, "Good girl."
He knows what he's doing. Two can play at this game.
Bucky pushed towards me again, and my magic caught his hand above my head. He dropped the knife into his waiting hand below which I knocked away with my knife. The hilts of our knives wedged together and locked us in a staring contest. I smiled up at him, "You seem a bit off tonight, Sarge."
His pupils dilated, and his free hand sent me stumbling back against the ropes. His metal hand gently gripped my throat and applied slight pressure, "You look so pretty like this, angel."
I sent a wall of energy to push him away from me. His feet slid backwards and we circled each other for a moment. Suddenly, Bucky threw his knife, and it whizzed past my head. I turned to watch it as it stuck in the middle of the targets on the wall behind me. I looked back as Bucky's thundering footsteps neared. He disarmed me easily and threw my knife out of the boxing ring.
He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. Bucky spun us around and threw me down into the middle of the ring. My magic softened the impact, and I threw a ball of energy at him which momentarily paused his movements. I caught my breath, but Bucky had used my hesitation to pin me to the ground.
He was so much larger than me, it was nearly impossible to wriggle out of his grasp. He chuckled lowly by my ear, "You're such a good and obedient girl." I felt my muscles vibrate in his arms which only made him laugh louder. His white teeth shined in the moonlight around us. Those blue eyes of his blending into the darkness.
"You're horrible at hand-to-hand combat," he mocked, "we'll need to keep training."
This asshole.
I used my magic to bring my knife back to my hand. I caught it easily and hooked my foot in the back of Bucky's knee. My magic sent him flying onto his back, and he landed with a hard thud. I moved to quickly sit on top of him, and I plunged the knife into the mat by his head. I scowled down at him, "Yeah, looks like some of us are a bit rusty, Sarge."
Bucky licked his lips, his face full of lust. He moved to disarm me again, throwing my weight off of him and pinning me to the mat once more. We wrestled for the knife, but Bucky won, his metal arm holding down my collarbone.
He sat around my waist, his knees carrying his weight on either side of me. His eyes looked down at me, thinking. The knife flipped in Bucky's hand, and his metal arm moved across my collarbone and up my throat. The pressure was noticeable, but it didn't hurt. It sent fog to my brain, and I squirmed under Bucky.
He smirked again, "What's the matter, sweetheart?" His voice was dripping with sarcasm. He knew exactly what he was doing.
Bucky brought the blade along the side of my face. The cold metal and dark look in his eyes made me shiver. He took pleasure in seeing me react this way, "Do you like that?"
I didn't answer, too paralyzed to move or speak. His eyes narrowed at me, "I asked you a question."
My breath hitched in my throat, and I struggled to form a response, "Y-yes."
He grinned, and the knife ghosted along my jawline, down my throat, and stopped at my collarbone. Bucky looked at my eyes for a moment and swiped down with the blade, ripping open my blouse and bra. He lifted the blade and drove it into the mat. Tony would be mad about the tear in the ring.
The thought quickly vanished as Bucky's hands finished the rip in my blouse, splitting it in two. He sat up, his eyes shamelessly surveying my breasts and waist. Our eyes met again, and Bucky's hand scooped the back of my head and brought our lips together.
Every kiss we've had held more and more hunger. The kisses were quick and lustful, accompanied by bites and sucking. Bucky's right knee lifted from the mat and moved between my legs. His free hand pulled at my jeans and yanked me towards him.
I had seen Bucky shirtless before, but in this moment, it was like the first time all over again. He pulled away from me and began working off the buttons of his shirt. I reached up to help him, finishing the bottom button and watching as Bucky slid the shirt off his shoulders.
It fell to the ground and left Bucky's muscles exposed. He looked so intimidating. I shrunk under him, his towering form sent butterflies wailing in my stomach.
Bucky grabbed my hips and pulled me into his lap. Both of his hands moved to hold my face. Our lips hovered together for a moment, and Bucky spoke, "What are we doing?" His voice was a whisper.
I didn't know.
I shrugged in response, "Friends with benefits," I offered to him.
His lips pulled into a smile, and he crashed into me, accepting that as my answer.
My body buzzed, the energy in the air growing around us. I was glad to be sitting in Bucky's lap for my legs felt numb. His lips claimed mine over and over, intense and dominating.
Swiftly, he lifted my weight and placed me on my back, crowding over me. He leaned back and pulled my hips up, my breath hitched again. His hand moved up my torso to cup my breast, his thumb gliding over the nipple. Another sound escaped my throat, and Bucky smiled down at me, "I like how noisy you are, doll."
My body burned as he spoke and goosebumps rose over every inch of skin. "Bucky," I breathed into the night air. His hands were roaming my body, his eyes scanning me, but I needed more from him.
He grinned, "What can I do for you, doll?"
"I," my voice was stuck in my throat. Bucky's metal hand rose to cup around my esophagus. There was a hint of pressure, but I coughed around it as if he was crushing my windpipe.
"You what?" He squeezed a bit harder.
I saw more stars than just those that glowed through the skylights, "I need you, Bucky."
He laughed and hovered close to my face again. His lips met mine in a wet and hungry kiss. I felt his hand leave my breast and hold his weight up by my head. His other hand found the clasp of my jeans and easily unhooked them. He yanked them past my hips and I kicked them off the rest of the way.
Bucky pulled away for a moment and hungrily studied my hips. His hands reached for his belt and jeans and pulled them off. They fell to the floor along with his briefs, and he was leaning near my face again, his whisper tickling my chest, "You're so beautiful, Stel." He peppered my skin with little bites and kisses, moving up to suck on my neck as the coolness of his metal hand found my panties and easily ripped them off of me.
The metal sent shockwaves across my body as the coldness met the warmth of my thighs. He massaged me, inching his thumb closer to my clit. I moaned against his mouth as he found it, rubbing in circles. The stars shined past my closed eyelids.
Bucky pulled back again, leaning away from me, "трахать." His voice was a growl and buzzed in my ears. He fell towards me again and my hands landed on his broad shoulders. His metal hand grabbed my hair on the mat and pulled, his other hand stroked his dick.
He paused for a moment, looking at me, "Do we need a condom?"
I shook my head no, "I'm on the pill," I breathed, stars still clouding my vision.
I saw him grin, and he leaned down to kiss me as he slid into me. Bucky swallowed my moaning and sighed out his own. My hips moved against his, and his free hand steadied my hips. "Easy," he muttered into my mouth before biting my bottom lip.
Bucky was big, but not painfully so. He moved slowly into me, rocking our hips together at a patient pace. But I was not patient, and I threw my head back in frustration at Bucky's teasing pace.
I felt him smile as he kissed under my jaw, "What do you need, doll?"
I moved a hand to the back of his head, burying my hand in his hair, and I pulled hard. He growled against my neck. "Faster," I mumbled into the darkness. And faster he went, snapping his hips to mine.
Sound escaped my throat, and Bucky's hand closed around it quickly, "Hush, now, doll. Someone will hear."
I had forgotten other people existed. The mortifying thought of someone walking into the training room suddenly entered my mind. I pushed it away, the only people here were Bruce, Tony, and Pepper. None of them frequented the training room.
My nails dug into Bucky's shoulder, and he hissed at the pain. He locked eyes for a moment, staring at each other as Bucky rocked our hips together. Sweat had dampened his hairline. He looked handsome, but I feared what I looked like.
His pace slowed, and he leaned away from me, watching my body bounce from the impact of his hips crashing against mine. I begged for Bucky, "harder, please." My voice was a pitiful whimper, and Bucky wordlessly complied, bringing me back to the edge.
He breathed up to the sky, "ангел." Bucky's thumb found my clit again and rubbed circles. I yelped at the sudden sensation, and Bucky pulled out of me, coming on my stomach. I came soon after, my thighs squeezing his waist.
Bucky panted above me, his eyes blinking away the clouds forming in our minds. He laid on the mat beside me and pulled me closer to him. He breathed heavily against my forehead, and I stared at the ceiling.
We laid there for what felt like hours, watching the moon and stars twinkle above us, our breathing returning to normal. Bucky propped his weight on this elbow and fixed hair behind my ears. He reached for my torn shirt and muttered an apology for the ripping. He cleaned my stomach off and tossed the ruined blouse to the side of the ring.
Our eyes met. What now?
Bucky gave me a crooked smile, "Still friends?"
I laughed, "with benefits?"
He leaned down and kissed me, "with benefits," he muttered against my lips.
Bucky stood and offered me his hand. He pulled me to my feet and found his linen shirt. Bucky placed his shirt around my shoulder and began buttoning it for me. He put his briefs and jeans back on and picked up all of my ruined clothing.
His arm wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me to his side. His lips kissed my forehead, "That was a fun date."
"It wasn't a date."
He smiled, "right."
We walked down the hallway together, up the stairs to the bedrooms. I stopped at the beginning of the hallway, my room was first on the left. Bucky stopped with me, watching my eyes. He licked his lips, "shower with me? You don't have to stay the night if you don't want to."
I smiled at him, "sure. But it's still not a date."
He pulled me against his chest and I felt his shoulders shake with laughter, "Of course not, doll."
It wasn't a date. We weren't dating. We were just friends.