He's in your head, I'm in your heart.

The soft tracing of finger tips along your spine is what slowly rose you from your slumber. Tickling the bare skin just below the t-shirt, the fingers stop to brush your hair out of their way. A small shiver shakes you, goosebumps forming in the wake of the fingers. The shirt must have made it's way up your torso, exposing most of your back to the man in bed with you. You can feel the shirt bunched up under your breast, the cotton of the bed sheets are pressed against your stomach, and your arms tucked under the pillow cradling your head. A hum leaves your throat as finger tips tease your side. 

"Time to wake up, doll." A sleepy gods voice paints over you. You grunt, snuggling further into the pillow, shifting a leg up on the bed. A soft chuckle vibrates the bed, "As much as I'd love to lay in bed with you all day, we have things to do." Warm lips press against the skin of your lower back. 

Slowly, they make their way up, following the valley of your spine. "Must we?" You groan. The bed seems perfectly fine, why must you leave? The cotton smells like the woods and something strangely manly. 

Bucky laughs against your shoulder, "Yes. We have a poor excuse of a human to deal with."

As if hearing that woken something in you, your eyes fly open. The window on the opposite wall shows the sun is just beginning to light the sky. In a few minutes, its going to blind you. Turning your head, you look back at Bucky. Oh, does he look lovely in the morning. 

His hair is soft and fluffy, sticking up in all directions on the right side. His eyes are slightly droopy, the sleep not fully gone from them. Face relaxed, lips pulled into a soft smile. You want to burn this moment in your head, "Good morning." You whisper. 

Bucky's eyes light up, the smile growing, "Good morning, dove." He leans up, pressing a kiss to your temple, "Ill make breakfast while you find the strength to get out of bed." His voice full of amusement. 

Squinting your eyes at him, "Its not my fault someone kept me up all night." You're suddenly aware of the slight ache between your legs. Your hips feel a bit stiff. 

"I wasn't hearing any complaints." A kiss to your cheek, "I believe you begged me to do more," kiss to jaw, "and from what i remember," lips hover over yours, "you begged me not to stop." 

Narrowing your eyes harder, you roll to face him fully and push up on your elbows. Bucky moves slightly back, a grin on his face, "And from what I remember, you fucked me like your life depended on it. Its not my fault you have no self-control. I cant be held responsible for what I say when you're fucking me like that."

Bucky's eyes flash with challenge, drinking your words and body in. You're bare from where the shirt has shifted up from. Your stomach, hips, thick thighs on display again for him. The shirt is barely doing its job hiding your breast from him. He grins wider, "I believe you said you didn't want me to keep control?" He leans in close, nose brushing along yours, "Should I keep control next time? Take my time, savor every taste, sound, and movement of you?"

Oh, Bucky is playing dirty this morning. 

You swallow, leaning your head back, "Maybe next time," you slide a leg up and along Bucky's bend one, hooking it on his hip, "you should," your other leg follows suit, "keep your composure when fucking me." You smile sweetly at him. Suddenly you roll you both until Bucky's back hits the bed, you straddling his hips. Placing your hands on his chest, you grin wickedly.

Bucky's hands grip your hips, hard, "Watch yourself, doll."

"Or what?" You grind your hips down, feeling his cock already hard below you. You lean down, kissing his chest, sliding down slowly. "Going to do something about my mouth?" You repeat his words from last night back at him. The groan Bucky lets out as you nip at his rib. "Already ahead of you." You slither down his body, pulling the waist band of his pants down enough to let his cock spring out. 

"That fucking mouth of yours." His hand fist your hair tightly, pulling your head back, "Keep your eyes on me." He looks feral. Gone is the soft look on his face, replaced with hunger and lust. 

You say nothing before taking his cock in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. Slowly, painfully slow, you take his length further into your mouth, letting him hit the back of your throat. You sigh out of your nose, controlling your gag reflux, because lets be real - Bucky isn't small. Your nose doesn't quite hit his pelvic, but the soft hairs on his lower belly tickle your nose lightly. 

You don't look away. 

Not even when you slowly pull back up, suck harder at the tip, and then taking him back down to your throat. 

Bucky lets out a growl, hand in your hair gripping tighter. His stomach is moving fast with his breathing, trying to not fuck up into the warmth. 

You smile around him, placing your hand over his in your hair and push down. Telling him to do it. Your other hand slides up his torso, resting on his abs, bracing yourself. 

And he pushes down until your nose hits him. You moan around him, which his mouth drop open at. His other hand grips your jaw, "Oh you little tease."

You should have known he wasn't going to be completely gentile with you, but you weren't prepared for when he yanks your head back and thrust his hips up at the same time. He begins fucking your throat with passion, chasing his release and using your mouth for solitude. You love it. Keeping your eyes on him, even during the burn of the tears falling. You keep them open as he uses your mouth. You keep them open as his mouth goes slack, moans falling from his lips as he comes down your throat. You swallow around him, drool and spit falling from your lips as he pulls you off his cock. 

A gasp leaves you, panting harshly, you reach for him. Bucky wraps arms around you, pulling the shirt of you with one hand. "That mouth of yours will be the death of me." He kisses you then, stealing what little air you have in your lungs. As he kisses you, he leans up, thrusting you down on to his cock in one fluid motion. 

Both of you moan into each others mouths, your head falling back, and your hands grip his shoulders for dear life. Bucky hardly waits for you to fully stretch before he begins a harsh and deep pace. You become goo in his arms, pushing down on him as he thrusts up, making his cock go even deeper. "Oh god, Bucky." You sob as your orgasm bubbles in your belly. 

His mouth finds your shoulder, teeth biting and lips sucking marks. Fingers dig into your sides, "There you go, baby." Blue eyes stare up at you, kiss swollen lips moaning at the image of you. Bouncing on his cock, tears on your cheeks, and your own swollen lips from kisses and his cock. He could come at the sight of you. 

You lean back oh so slightly, and his left hand flys up to grab your throat, keeping you in place. Your eyes roll back, "No, you stay right here." he hisses against your mouth. You nod and bounce harder, thighs shaking. Bucky's hand grips softly, only adding enough pressure to keep you there. His thrust become brutal, using his hold on your hip and neck to keep you still. 

The sounds of your skin meeting, the hand on your throat, the constant smack of his pelvic to yours, and his moans drive you over the edge. Digging your nails into his shoulders and down his chest, you nearly scream out as your orgasm hits you like a train. Shaking on his lap, you sob out to him, "Bucky, baby, oh gods!" Your eyes finally close tightly, fat tears fall from your eyes. 

"Fuck, look at you." Hand slides behind your head, pressing your forehead to his, "I could watch you come over and over." Hips slam up into you faster, the hand on your hip grips tighter, surly to leave bruises. 

You don't know how long Bucky fucks you like this, but you come again before his hips even start to stutter. Your eyes roll back, hand pulling his hair, "Please, please, please." You beg up to the ceiling. Praying to him, for him to finally give you his come. Your bones feel like jelly, you cant feel your toes anymore. 

Bucky bites down on your chest, right over your heart, as he comes deeply in you. Hips pressed hard against yours, and his hands sliding all over your body - trying to memorize every inch of your body. You crumble to his chest, a shaking hot mess of skin and bones. "So much for finding strength to get out of bed." You hiss as you slide off his lap. 

You plop down on the bed, grunting at the soreness in your limps and the feeling of his come slowly dripping out. Looking up at him, you smile softly. He's spent against the pillows, one hand on his stomach, the other thrown over your shoulder. "You have no one to blame but yourself, lady." Bucky chuckles softly. His eyes shine brightly. He leans over, kissing your cheeck, "Do I need to carry you to the shower again?" His fingers play with your hair, lips kissing your shoulder. 

"Yes, please. But I don't want to get my hair wet." You mildly whine out. 

Arms slide under your torso and legs, lifting you easily off the covers. "I wont get your hair wet, promise." Bucky presses his nose to your scalp, breathing in the scent of his shampoo in your hair. 

-

Bucky makes breakfast as you slowly ready yourself. True to his word, Bucky had someone drop off clothes for you. Not only was there a stunning crimson silk dress for you, there is also black leggings and t-shirts folded neatly on the bed. You raise a brow at all the clothing; there are also socks, underwear, and a bra. The bra looks it might be too small in the cup size, you wonder briefly if Bucky had guess your bra size, or if someone else had. You didn't wear a bra with last nights dress, couldn't wear one. The neckline was too deep and the cups of the dress fit your breast perfectly. You look down at your bare chest, back at the bra, and back again. Shrugging, you leave the bra and slip on the crimson dress. 

The other clothes can be for later.

You suddenly freeze once the dress is placed over your body. Today, you plan on getting your revenge on Dillan. He has no idea whats coming, and that sends a chill of excitement down your spine. You've never hurt someone like this before, never..thought you could hurt someone like this. But, you feel numb; feel nothing for him. Anything you felt for him before was hit out of you, chocked out of you, long ago. The thought of his hands, his eyes, his mouth, brings bile in your throat. 

Dillan has beaten you into a new woman. Gone was the soft, sweet, delicate girl you were when he met you. Who you were when you thought you fell in love with him. You can feel the anger in your veins, the rage in your heart, and the heat in your eyes. You were going to hurt him, hurt him in ways he had never hurt you, but still cause the same amount of pain. Dillan never used objects on you, but his fist and feet could be classified as weapons. There's a whisper of your own voice in your head, encouraging you. Whispering soothing encouragement, words of positivity. 

He wont hurt you anymore. 

He'll pay for it.

Bucky's got you.

Slipping on your heels, you stare at yourself in the full length mirror. Bucky's got you. You smile widely at yourself, the thought bringing a warm hug around your soul. Bucky has brought comfort in your life, structure, happiness, and dare you think it...love? Even with Dillan, when you first became an item, he never touched you the way Bucky did. Bucky touched you as if you were going to shatter in his hands, but also as if you were made of steal. The gentile caresses of his hands and fingers along your body sent waves of pleasure and security through you. The way his lips would press against your skin was so soft, so sweet, as if you were his favourite treat. The nip of his teeth, the grip of his digits, the growl of his voice, made your knees weak. Never had Dillan ever made you feel like this. 

Your breath hitches in your throat, the idea of spending more and more time with Bucky sends a warm glow through you. You could get use to seeing his sleepy face every day. Could get use to the way he fucks and loves on you. You hum softly, turning on your heel, seeking the very man thats making your heart beat faster. 

The smell of bacon and eggs fills your nose as you step out into the open concept living room and kitchen. Mouth watering aroma invade the living space and you close your eyes briefly to inhale the scent. 

Bucky is plating the food on the counter. Eggs, bacon, french toast, and crispy hash browns. Gods, you might propose to him because what the fuck? 

Blue eyes meet yours, a smile pulling on his face, "I hope you're hungry." And then the smile transforms into a smirk as he looks you over. 

The dress hugs you oh so nicely. Another double slit dress, showing off your thick full legs, but the bust is different than the other one - the one Bucky so nicely destroyed. Straps about three fingers wide rest on your shoulders, plunging down into a heart shaped bust. The back is wide open, it dips all the way down your back, only forming again at your fifth lumber of your spine. It makes your ass look even fuller than it already is. The bust has built in cups and wires, pushing your breast up and filling the dress sweetly. The wire of the built in bra is an accent to the dress, visible on the outside. The skirt of the dress folds slightly in a couple spots of where it connects to the top. You know you look good enough to eat. 

"Im starving." You hum up at him as you place a hand on his bicep. He's dressed beautifully in all black. A black turtle neck, a black suit jacket, black slacks, and a gold chain around his neck - hanging down over the sleeve on his neck. The chopped hair is styled up in the front, fingers ran through to smooth out the top and sides. Scruff dances along his jaw and cheeks, his upper lip decorated neatly with hair. He looks just as good as the food he has prepared. Mixed with the smell of breakfast, is his sweet but woodsy cologne. You want to melt and become one with the floor. You lick your lips slightly, the hand on his bicep rubs soothingly over the soft material of the suit jacket. 

He leans down to press a kiss to your welcoming lips. Soft, sweet, slow is how he kisses you. You think you could die here, with his mouth on yours. 

Pulling back slightly, "Steve, Sam, and a few other will be here in about twenty minutes," a large hand cradles your cheek, your eyes fluttering shut, "you don't have to eat it all, just what you can." His voice is syrup, smooth and slow. 

As his thumb rubs lightly along under your eye socket, you open your eyes again. Turning your head, you kiss his wrist, "Thank you." 

Taking the plate, you sit down at the breakfast bar on the opposite side of the island, and dig into the meal he's made. Bucky joins you only a few seconds after. 

-

When Steve and Sam show up at about eight thirty, you question what time did Bucky wake you up. The sun lights up the open living room, reflecting off the water at the end of the lawn. You're sipping your coffee, watching Steve and Sam chat with Bucky in the kitchen. You've parked yourself in front of the windows, letting the sunshine warm your slightly chilled skin. The blood in your veins is hot, anticipation keeping you fresh and ready. Bucky and you had talked over breakfast, getting to know one and other a bit deeper than just his cock being deep in you. You giggle to yourself at the thought. 

He loves rock, RnB, and oldies music. Bucky likes to listen to oldies when he's planning business deals, said it makes him feel focused and calm. RnB for when he's feeling "fun", in his words. You had giggled at him, shaking your head at his choice of vocabulary. "Fun" to him was what happened last night and this morning, said it makes him feel loose and warm. 

Rock music is what had you freezing. You grew up on Black Sabbath and System of a Down, you know what rock music makes you feel like. Makes you feel calm, focused, motivated. It gets you blood pumping, makes you want to jump around and burn energy. Bucky stated rock music makes him feel..dangerous. He didn't go into detail, but the way he stared into your eyes told you everything you needed to know. There was the evil darkness in his iris', the same look he had when he saw the bruises on your neck. The same look when he told you how to poison Dillan. 

Currently, there was soft rock music playing over the the connected speakers throughout the house. The three man look relax, calm, as if this just another day in their lives. You wonder how many people they have killed, or hired others to do the job. Tilting head slightly, you watch as Steve laughs hard, hand over his chest and the other clapping Bucky on the shoulder. At ease, not a care in the world. 

You find yourself wondering...could you be part of this life? Beside Bucky as he runs the city, runs businesses, lives as one of the most feared men in the state? Hell, maybe even this side of the States. Could you stand by as he kills men, point blank with a bullet in their heads? Could you still press your body against his with so much blood shed on his hands?

When Bucky's eyes meet yours, you find yourself being pulled to him. Your feet move on their own, gliding across the room, and right next to him. A calloused hand finds your lower back, thumb rubbing soothing circles on the bare skin there. You don't really hear what their talking about, just staring at his face, into his eyes, at his lips. The soft smile thats there as he stares back at you. Steve and Sam are bantering, you can tell by the tone in their voices. But, all you can smell, see, hear is Bucky. 

Your hand finds his chest, the other still holding your coffee cup. The one on the chest, moves in small circles, right over his heart. You can feel the steady beat, the comforting rhythm of each pump of the blood being pushed through the rest of his body. 

Yeah, I can be by his side. This feels like home.

-

At the quarter to nine, Bucky ushers you to the office at the front of the house. The four of you spoke of the plan, of what you are going to do and when you're going to walk away. Bucky became very adamant that you walk away at a certain point, you have never seen what they will do. 

After Dillan's lie last night, Bucky had his team look into him further. They looked into his runs and what he was doing during them, was he even doing them properly. Steve had mentioned Natasha, an assassin on Steves side, found Dillan had been stealing part of the deliveries. When you asked what was he delivering, Sam had grinned at you and said "Oh, it varies. Money, metal, drugs, jewelry, you name it." Natasha found he was stealing money and the jewelry. They had even asked you if he had ever gifted you some, and you couldn't help the laugh that fell out of your mouth. 

You had clapped a hand over your lips, wide eyes, before rushing out, "Oh god no, the only gift he ever gave me was bruises." 

That statement had reminded them one of the reasons today was happening. 

You glance at the clock on the wall of Bucky's office, and watch at the hand hits nine o'clock. Your close your eyes and let your brain go blank. 

When you open them, theres nothing there. No light, no feeling, nothing. 

Scott opens the door to Bucky's home, a crooked grin on his face when he sees Dillan standing on the other side. "Hey man!" Scott ushers him in. 

Dillan side eyes Scott, he wasn't expecting such a friendly welcoming. "Hey, Scott. How are you?"

Scott lets out a dark laugh, "Oh, I'm great! Its a beautiful morning, isn't?" His smile doesn't match his eyes. 

They have worked together for the past two and half years, Scott being a bouncer at the bar and a driver for some of the runs. Dillan is caught off by his behavior, he almost doesn't know how to act. "Yeah, it is. Um..." he glances around, "Bucky asked me to come?" His voice comes out more like a question than a statement. 

Raising his hand, "He's right down the hall." Scott shuts the door when Dillan finally steps inside. Locking the door, Scott turns with his back to the heavy metal, the smirk hard. His eyes bore into Dillans.

Before either of them can break the silence, Bucky booms, "Dillan! Thank you for coming, and right on time." 

He's alone, or well, Steve and Sam are stand near Bucky's office, and Bucky is approaching Dillan alone. He finally notices that Steve, Sam, Mr. Stark (who Dillan has only met a few time, he's the one who develops some of the weapons he runs for clients.), Thor, Scott, and even Natasha are all mingling in the hallway and into the kitchen. Dillan feels his stomach in his throat. "You asked I show at nine." His voice stronger than he feels. 

Bucky smiles widely, "Yes, yes. Now, I have much I need to discuss with you. Come, come." He waves his hand to beckon Dillan to follow him. 

Dillan only hesitates for second, and then follows Bucky to his office. This is probably about another run to do, he seems as if he's forgiven about the lie last night. 

When the door opens, Bucky walks in first and steps aside to let Dillan walk in past him. 

The door shuts. 

The room alls silent, only sound is the light ticking of the clock on the wall. 

Sitting, crossed legged on a leather chair, is you. Your chin resting on your hand, elbow to your knee. You look, and feel, relax and calm. 

Dillan stares at with pure anger, if eyes could burst into flames, his would be on fire. You smirk at him, "Hi, Dillan."

The air in the room grows heavy, his stand shifting to have his back to Bucky, facing you head on, "What the hell are you doing here?" Mm, his voice shakes slightly. Fury in his eyes but, his voice sounds terrified. 

You bob your head side to side, in time with the clock, bouncing your foot thats dangling in the air, "Well, its kind of funny really." You giggle mostly to yourself, "Remember the night you chocked me?" Your tone dips low, letting your loathing drip out of your mouth.

HIs eyes grow wide, turning his head back to look at Bucky, whos leaning against the wall next to the door, jacket abandoned on a chair near a whisky table, sleeves rolled up of his shirt to his elbows. Dillan feel dread fall over him. His neck snaps back to you, "Honey, im so sorry. I didn't-I lost control. Im-please listen." He stutters. He takes a step closer to you. 

You stand suddenly, your hands behind your back, and take a step away from him. You wont let him get close, you cant let him get close. "Remember you cheating on me?" you hiss. 

Dillan stop walking, tilting his head. His face morphs into a twisted pained look, his madness rising. You know this look all to well, "It seems I'm not the only one who cheated. Let me guess, you sucked his dick so he would help you leave me?" He bites at you. You stand emotionless. "You think you can leave me? I already fucking told you! No one will put up with your fucking mou-"

A shot rings out.

Dillan lets out a scream, falling to the ground, holding his knee.

You stand there, blank look on your face as you aim the gun at him. You feel pride bloom through as you aimed perfectly at his knee cap. "Im sorry, what were you saying?" You sweetly speak to him. 

Blood is flowing out of the wound, his hands doing nothing to stop the bleed. His sharp green eyes find you, "You fucking shot me!" 

Simply staring at him, you blink slowly. You aim and fire again, the bullet going through his other knee, shattering it just as painfully as the other. Dillan cries out again. The sob that rocks through him causes you to look up at Bucky. He's moved, standing straight with his arms crossed over his chest. Gods, he looks so good. You momentarily forget about Dillan bleeding on the hardwood floor. Both of you stare at each other for a long minute. The room seems to fall silent around you as you tilt your head at him. A smile plays on his lips, a slight nod of his. He reads your mind easily. 

You surprise yourself, you don't look away from Bucky, your eyes glued to him, the gun raising up and pointing it at Dillan again. "Why would you hit me?" You asked nonchalantly. 

Hissing in pain, "Because I fucking felt like it." Dillan rolls to his side, bloody hands in fists as he tries to not move his legs. 

"You were stealing from me." Bucky finally speaks, breaking eyes contact with you to look down at the pathetic human on the floor. 

Dillans head snaps up to look at Bucky, "I-no. I mean-it wasn't much!" He pleads as he watches Bucky shake his head, sighing as he slips rings, ones from the whisky table, on his fingers of his right hand. You watch Dillan desperately beg for mercy as Bucky cracks his fingers. Your eyes bore into him, his own eyes flickering back to you. "Please, tell him. Im so sorry." 

Taking a step forward, you squat down next to him, running your fingers through his hair. His grassy eyes water, tears falling freely. You coo at him, pouting your lip at him dramatically. Pain, terror, horror, anger, and sadness flood his face, and as he opens to his mouth to speak, the hand in his hair yanks hard. "You don't deserve forgiveness. How does it feel? Tell me, Dillan, how does it feel to be nothing but a bitch?"

You slam his head down on the ground, stand up and step on his bleeding left knee with your heel. You watch as he cries out, reaching for you to get you off. You take that chance to blow a hole in his right hand. The very hand that hit you the most. The hand that caused so many bruises. Taking a step back and around Dillan's withering body, you place the gun on Bucky's desk. You take a deep breath in your nose, slowly breathing out your mouth. When you open them, Bucky still hasn't moved, Dillan is begging you with his blurry eyes. 

Power. A new feeling welcomes you. You feel powerful. Finally, you feel you have control and power of what happens next. Licking your lips, you smile wickedly at Bucky, "Bucky," you sigh, walking to him, placing both your hand on his cheeks. You pull him down to you, kissing him softly. He falls right into you, hand on your jaw and the other holding your waist. Dillan groans loudly, causing you to pull back and look at him. He's watching you both, panic written all over his face. You lick your lips again, tasting Bucky there. "do what you must." 

Bucky strokes your jaw, both of you watching as Dillan seems to finally put the puzzle pieces together. "Wait-no. Please. Ill tell you everything!" 

Separating from you, Bucky rolls his shoulders, "Yeah, you will." 

And thats your queue to walk out. Turning your back to them, you open the door wide, letting Steve, Sam, and Tony walk in after you walk out. 

The door shuts hard, and you stand there, staring at the photographs on the wall across the hall. 

You can clearly hear the sounds of Dillan being hit, can hear as he tells them where the stollen goods are. Sighing, you wiggles your limbs to shake off the tingles. A laugh escapes you suddenly. You lean forward and hold the wall, laughing as you hold your chest. You feel free, you feel powerful, you feel open. You smile widely to yourself, looking up around you. 

Thor and Scott stand there, arms crossed with brows raised at your reaction. Natasha is leaning against the wall, smiling at you. "Im so sorry." you gasp out. Standing up straight, "That was intense." You breath out. 

They all smile and chuckle, "You're going to be a scary one. I think Barnes found a good partner." Thor grins at you. 

A new blooming sensation fills you. You beam at him, but turn and walk toward the kitchen, "Any of you want a drink?" you call over your shoulder. 

They call after you with a no, laughing as you walk away. 

An hour passes, and still non of the men have come out of the room. You can hear the voices of them talking, planning their next moves. You wonder if Dillan is conscious or not in there. Then, you wonder if Bucky might need a rag for his hands. Maybe Steve will need one. 

You find the hand towels in a linen closest off the side of the kitchen. Grabbing a handful in one fist, you grab for bottles of beer in your other. The cold of the necks feels great against your hot skin. You him softly to the music as you glide down to the office door. Scott moves to open the door after a soft knock, and smile at him and thank him. He grins back at you. 

Bucky is sat at his desk, the other three men are resting in the leather chairs on either side of the room, close to Bucky's massive desk. You only look at him as you walk into the room, stepping over the lump on the ground. You place the towels on the desk, and the beers down in front of each man. "Figured you gents could use a cold beverage after such a nice workout. And maybe wipe up your hands." You pointedly speak to Bucky. Your eyes flicker to his right hand, the rings are covered in blood. 

Tony laughs, "I like her."

Turning, you look over at him. Tony wears sunglasses, a sharp navy blue suit with not a single drop of blood on him. You tilt your head at him, "Do I need your approval?"

A burst of laughs fill the room, "That would be the mouth he was talking about." Sam cackles. 

You turn back to Bucky, who's sipping on the cold beer, a glint in his eyes. "No, you don't need his approval. You've proved enough today." He states after he swallows his liquor. 

Beaming, you walk around the desk, leaning down to whisper in his ear, "If you wrap this up quickly, I can prove even more." Gently you nip at his earlobe. With that, you stand back up, blowing a kiss at him as you walk back toward the door. Stepping over the body on the ground, you call over your shoulder, "Make sure you clean this up, Its a tripping hazard."

Another round of laughter fills the room as you shut the door. "She just might be as ruthless at you, Buck." Steve states, the opening of the beer against his lip. 

"Do you think she has a friend?' You hear Sam ask. 

You poke your head in before the shots fully, "Nope!"

Smiling widely, you strut to the bedroom, ready to change into something more comfortable. Maybe take a nap. 

You feel weightless. The world looks brighter.

A step into a free, fearless, world.