MADELINE
"Are we still playing, or what?" I ask as I cock an eyebrow at Steve.
He shrugs at me. "Sure," he replies before spinning the bottle.
The bottle lands on Thor. Finally, Wanda stopped manipulating the outcome.
Steve looks at Thor for a second before asking, "So, God of Thunder," he teases, "When was the last time you had sex?"
I'm completely surprised by Steve's question. Clearly Thor's alcohol is getting to his head.
Thor shrugs, "It's been a while."
Wanda cocks an eyebrow, "Really? That's surprising."
Thor shrugs again, "I've been away a lot. There are some people I'm interested in but if you snooze, you loose." He glances at me quickly and I stiffen.
I glance quickly to Steve, checking if he noticed, but it doesn't look like it.
Then I feel Bucky's shift in his seat and I glance to him. His jaw is clenched and his metal hand is clutched into a fist. He clearly noticed.
Thor spins the bottle and I watch Wanda carefully again. She's talking to Vision which makes me sigh a breath of relief. Hopefully she's done controlling the odds.
When it lands on Bucky I feel him stiffen in his seat. He doesn't really say much around the others, I've noticed that, so I'm sure it makes him uncomfortable to have to answer any kind of question.
"Tinman!" Thor's deep voice rumbles as he looks at Bucky, who looks even more uncomfortable once the nickname is thrown in there.
"I suppose we've been on the topic of sex for a while, that seems to excite the mortals. So," Thor takes a sip of his drink before continuing. Once he puts the drink back down he says, "When was the last time you had sex?"
My mind flashes immediately to earlier this afternoon when Bucky was buried deep inside me and I widen my eyes slightly. He's going to have to lie on this one.
Bucky shifts in his seat. At this point it's clear to the entire room that he's very uncomfortable. I feel Steve's hand tighten slightly on my thigh and I hate that he has to be reminded of what happened this afternoon, again.
Bucky clears his throat, "Uhm.. It's..." He looks down at his hands and I can tell he hates being in this situation right now. I feel bad for him. I wish I could help, but if I say anything right now it might blow up in my face.
"It's been a while.." Bucky replies quietly and I finally muster up enough courage to glance at him. He's looking at his hands but when he feels my gaze on him, his eyes dart to mine before quickly darting back to his hands.
"Alright, no shame in that," Thor responds and brings his drink in the air, guiding it towards Bucky, "Cheers to it being a while."
Bucky smiles faintly and brings his glass to clink with Thor's before taking a big sip.
The room is quiet right now, everyone very obviously aware that Bucky is uncomfortable. When no-one says anything for a few seconds I turn to Bucky again, patting his thigh casually, "It's your turn Buck."
He glances to my hand and then to me and his face calms. "Okay, yeah, uhm.. I just spin it then?"
I nod with a chuckle, "Yeah, you just spin it."
I retract my hand again, the electricity running through me getting to an almost nerve-racking point.
He spins the bottle and then sits back in the couch, exhaling heavily. I guess he's relieved he got through that without giving anything away.
When it lands on Nat his eyes meet hers and he smirks, "Romanoff. Same question."
Nat chuckles slightly and I can see red creeping up Bruce's neck. She smiles cockily, "It's been less than 24 hours."
Her fingers are still entwined with Bruces and I can tell he's really embarrassed right now.
There's not even a hint of embarrassment on Nat's face when she grabs the bottle, spinning it quickly.
...
After playing for a while everyone was pretty tired from the party. Personally, I'm exhausted. My body is still on edge and sore.
Steve and I go to my room, my hand in his as we walk together. Bucky looks to me quickly as he dips into his own room.
Steve and I are in my room and I'm changing into PJ's when Bucky walks in.
"Sorry love, just had to make sure everyone had left," he says as he closes the door behind him. I'm with my back to him and he stops dead in his tracks when he sees me.
"What the hell is that?!" He asks loudly as he sees my bare skin. I'm in my panties, changing into one of Steve's shirts to sleep in.
"What?" I ask as I turn around to face him. Steve is on the other side of the bed, undressing.
Bucky walks to me quickly before putting a hand on my shoulder, turning my back to him once again.
"What the fuck did you do to her?!" He growls at Steve as his fingers trace my ass. I wince at his touch and his voice softens, "Are you okay, doll?"
I nod, "Yeah, Buck. I'm fine."
I turn around to face him and the look on his face reads both worry and anger. He puts his hand on my cheek, caressing it softly, before turning to Steve with a death stare.
"What the hell, Steve?!"
"Relax, Buck," Steve says calmly as he walks to us, "It's fine. It'll be gone soon."
"You hurt her!" Bucky yells and I shush him quickly. I don't know if anyone can hear him right now, and although I know the rooms are supposed to be isolated well, I also know they're not isolated that well.
"Bucky, calm down," I say to him and he turns back to me with horror in his eyes.
"No, what the fuck Madeline?!" He turns back to Steve, "Why did you do this?! Why do you want to hurt her?!"
I turn to look at Steve who glances back at me quickly before turning to Bucky again, "I don't, pal. It's not like that. It's okay. She.." he trails off a little, looking at me before turning back to Bucky, "She liked it."
Bucky turns to me quickly and I feel myself blush instantly. His eyes search mine and I shrug.
He furrows his brows at me, "There are marks all over you. He hurt you.. How could you like that?"
I meet his eyes and suddenly I feel embarrassed, like a child being scolded.
I wrap my arms around myself instinctively as I look to the ground. "I don't know Buck, I didn't really think about that part. I just thought about what it felt like in the moment."
He moves his hand under my chin quickly, lifting my face up to meet his, "Doll, I didn't mean you should be ashamed. I just meant.. You like that?"
I nod slightly as I bite my bottom lip, unsure of what to say right now.
His eyes are boring into mine, "I had no idea. I always just assumed you wouldn't because of.. you know.. everything that happened to you."
I grimace at his words and drop my head down again, looking at the ground, before saying, "When you put it like that it makes it seem wrong and fucked up."
He smiles softly, leaning in closer to me, "It's not wrong. It's fine if you like that. I just never did anything like it because I just assumed.. that.. you know.. It would be wrong. With your past and everything.. I mean, I always hold back."
I look up at him, "You do?"
"Well, yeah," he replies, his metal hand clenching at his side. I glance down and realize he must be right. That hand holds a lot of strength and he's never once left a mark on me, even when gripping me tightly.
"Last night I thought I might be leaving a mark, because I was gripping your hip so tightly, but I was so drunk off the alcohol and you, the thought turned me on without me thinking about how it might make you feel. When I woke up I felt guilty, though." He trails off.
I put my hand on his cheek, "Buck, I'm not made of glass. And I understand why you might have been hesitant to do anything like that, I understand why your mind would go to that place. But really," I say as I glance at Steve, "It's fine. He didn't hurt me. I like... that stuff."
He scans my face and I continue, "I even told you once. Remember?"
I see realization wash over his face as he remembers the time I told him I wanted him to be rougher with me.
"I had no idea you meant anything like that," he says, gesturing to my ass. "Those will turn purple in the morning, doll."
I grin, "I know. I actually quite like the thought of that," I reply as I look at Steve who grins back at me.
"Huh," Bucky says quietly, "Good to know."