Connections
The following days were awkward enough for Bucky and Amy. Coming into the living room, she saw Bucky sitting on their couch, his satchel in hand. "Hey," she greeted, waving.
"Hi...Um...How are you?" Bucky asked, mentally punching himself. She wore a blue sundress with white polka dots that was tied in the front.
"Good...Nice weather...Steve is still under the weather though from the spinny rides and the cotton candy."
"Oh...I-I didn't know."
"He's in his room...Or the bathroom. He's been hogging the bathroom all day...exactly all weekend."
"Okay...Steve? You okay, pal?" Bucky called out. Bucky heard Steve moan out, shrugging. "At least he's alive."
"Yeah..." Amy chuckled, twisting her hands together.
"Well, I only joined the art class because of Steve...So?" Buck shuffled his feet, not sure what to do. The tension in the room was so thick that it could be cut with a knife.
"You should still go," Amy decided.
"Yeah...I don't think so. I didn't finish our assignment."
"Which was what?"
"Draw something that we think is beautiful."
"Well, it's a nice day," Amy shrugged. "I don't have any plans until later, so why don't we go outside?"
Bucky grinned, feeling victorious. "Okay."
"Okay...Let me go make a phone call and I'll meet you outside," Amy smiled.
Amy quickly made her phone call, meeting Bucky on the front steps of her apartment building. "So, how's your time being home?"
"Fun...Last night I met with Nancy and June for a couple of drinks. Tonight, we're going dancing."
"Dancing...Just you girls?" Bucky asked, not liking where this was going.
"No...With a couple of guys too...Nancy's husband, June's beau, and they have a friend...Why?"
"Because I don't think that you going out dancing with guys you don't know is a good idea."
Amy rolled her eyes. "Well...They're not guys I don't know. They're my best friends. And it's not like I can't take care of myself. And I do know him. It's Johnny Cassidy."
"Johnny Cassidy?!" Bucky scoffed. "You can't honestly think you are going to have fun with Johnny Cassidy!"
Amy grew angry. "Well, we had a fun time last night with drinks..."
Bucky was getting red in the face. She had drinks...With Johnny Cassidy?! "Did you know that Johnny Cassidy has a new girl every week?"
Amy let out a bitter laugh. "Ha! Says the kettle about the pot!"
"What?!"
"Please...Just because I don't live in Brooklyn anymore, doesn't mean I cut all my ties! Nancy and June keep me very informed."
"Well, I'm glad you're staying connected to your real friends!"
Amy stomped her foot in anger, her face bright red. "You are such a jerk!" Amy huffed, turning on her heel.
"Amy!" Bucky shouted, walking after her.
Amy had always been hot-blooded and feisty. She had a temper on her, and when you made her mad, you were on her list for quite a while. "Go to Hell!" She didn't easily forgive things.
"AMY!" Bucky roared, stomping after her like a sucker. This woman!
"WHAT!" Amy screamed back, turning around and facing him.
"Why are you so mad?!"
"Why are you so mad?!"
"Because I'm trying to talk to you and you're shouting at me like a crazy person!"
"You were shouting at me first! Because I'm going out with Johnny Cassidy!"
"Who's a fucking idiot!"
"Why are you yelling at me?!"
"Because that's what someone does when they like someone and the other person is not giving them the time of day!" Bucky blurted out, freezing when he realized what he just said.
Amy stared at him, not believing what she was hearing. It was the one thing she always wanted. She wanted Bucky to look at her, and only her. To give her his heart. And it was happening now, and she had no idea of what to say or do. "Bucky..."
Bucky's face was bright red in embarrassment because this was not the response he wanted. He wanted her to confess her feelings for him, and run into his arms. Instead, she just stood there frozen. "Ames...You had to know..." he said brokenly.
Amy stuttered. "But...Why didn't you say anything?!"
"Because Steve told me not to! Fuck, Ames, I wanted to so bad, but I couldn't."
"When?!"
"When you were seventeen, and you were leaving for college. I thought of you leaving and not coming back...And I didn't like it. And then you come back, and it was like getting sucker-punched in the gut all over again. Like I was missing something in life, and the moment I saw you, everything seemed to be right." Amy sucked in a breath as Bucky stalked towards her, framing her face in his hands. "I am so in love with you, Amy."
"Bucky..." Amy sighed, grabbing onto his hands. With every pang in her chest, she brought his hands away. "You are my brother's best friend...A brother who I love more than my own life...And you are my friend. We can't go there..."
"Why not?" Bucky asked, his heart breaking as tears filled his eyes.
Tears filled her eyes because she so desperately wanted to go there. She loved him so much...But the fear of something happening and ruining their friendship prevented her from crossing the forbidden line. "Because it would screw everything up...I gotta go," Amy said, heading back toward her apartment.
"I'm so happy you agreed to come out with me, tonight," Johnny Cassidy smiled as Amy took a sip of her wine.
"Me too...So, what do you do?" Amy smiled, twisting her glass in her hands.
"I'm a school teacher. You're going to school, right?"
Amy half-smiled, her mind far away. "Yeah. I'm studying archeology. I'm apprenticing to Dr. Indiana Jones."
"Who's that?" Johnny asked.
"He's a famous archeologist. He travels and finds lost artifacts and stuff."
"So, have you thought about settling down? Having a family?"
Amy choked on her drink. "Excuse me?"
"I mean...You don't think you're gonna be like this Dr. Jones do you?"
"Of course, I think so...Why...Don't you?"
"I mean that...you're a woman..."
Amy scoffed. "So what? You think that a woman's place is in a kitchen?!"
"That's not what I meant?"
"Well, it sure sounds like it, Johnny. Did you know that I'm going to graduate school next year to become a doctor of archeology?"
"That's not what I meant," Johnny repeated.
"Excuse me, ma'am...A drink for the fellow at the bar," a waiter said, setting down a pina colada.
"Thank you...Who ordered-" She turned and saw Bucky sitting at the bar, drinking a glass of brown liquor. He met her eyes, and her breath got sucked out of her body. Even in her darkest moments, he was there. Clearing her throat, she took a sip of the fruity and tart drink and straightened her spine. "Excuse me, Johnny. I need to powder my nose."
She grabbed her handbag and began to walk towards the washroom, right past Bucky. Getting into the washroom, she closed the door behind her and leaned against it. Taking a deep breath, she began to fan herself to cool off her heated skin. Walking over to the sink, she turned it on cold to splash some water on her face. She heard the door open and close behind her. Looking up from the sink, she saw Bucky in the mirror behind her. His blue eyes were darkened with lust and longing and heartbreak. Her green eyes mirrored her as she turned around, eyes locking. He stepped closer to her, brushing a piece of hair from her face as he turned the lock with his other hand. He slowly backed her up against a wall their noses brushing against each other, his hands on her waist tightly.
"Tell me to stop...And I'll stop," he growled out, breathing heavily.
"No," Amy breathed out, gripping his shirt in tight fists. Her eyes went to his lips as she licked hers. She edged closer to him.
"Tell me to go to go," Bucky begged, pulling her closer until they were inches apart, giving her one last chance to stop whatever this was. He knew that if they crossed this line, he would never be able to go back. He would carve out his heart and give it to her on a silver platter.
"No," Amy said, leaning forward. The moment their lips touched, fireworks erupted in their heads. Bucky threaded one hand in her hair, while the other pulled at the bodice of her dress. They stumbled back into the mirror, where Amy turned around and gasped as his lips went to her neck. Amy went to unbutton the top of her dress while Bucky hiked up her dress. Amy quickly slid off her panties, and the next thing she knew, she whirled back around and hoisted up onto the bathroom counter, their lips meeting messily. "Bucky," Amy breathed out as he entered her. Amy cried out, clinging onto his back as the quick flash of pain ripped through her. She knew it was her first time. He knew it was her first time too. But years of longing and just being around him made her so wet that he slid in and out of her easily without hurting too bad. Bucky grunted in pleasure, his hand slapping the mirror behind her. Both moaned and panted until both found their release.
Amy was in a pure pleasurable shock when it was all over. They didn't speak as they pulled themselves together. Without a word to Bucky, she quietly and quickly fixed her make-up and went back out to Johnny Cassidy. As he drove her back to her place, she fiddled with the bottom of her dress, seeing a bloody smear on her thighs. She was missing her panties. She didn't remember grabbing them in her hazy mind. Crossing her legs, she ignored the warmth that overcame over as she remembered what happened about an hour ago. How it felt for him to be inside of her, hard and heavy. Despite the brief spike of pain, the pleasure that erupted as he brought her to orgasm after orgasm. Everybody in church talked about how sex before marriage was a sin. But it didn't feel like it. It was enjoyable and fun, and the most magical feeling she's ever felt before. She felt connected to Bucky in a way she never knew.
She always loved Bucky. But now, her love had matured. Bucky Barnes respected her. He was her best friend. He encouraged her dreams. "I had a good time," Johnny said as he pulled out in front of the apartment.
"Me too," Amy said quietly as she got out of the car.
"Do you want me to walk you to the door?"
"No...I got it...Despite being a woman, I can take care of myself," Amy said, walking towards her door. She didn't wave as he left. Turning around to head inside, she stopped as she saw Bucky sitting on her doorstep. "Hi..." she greeted.
"You forgot something at the dance hall," Bucky said, holding up her pink satin panties.
"Oh my god," she blushed, walking closer to him. She reached for the undergarment, but Bucky pulled it away with a smirk. After Amy left him in the bathroom, his mind was on overdrive. He tucked himself back into his jeans and washed his hands before catching sight of her pink panties that were discarded. He picked them up and brought them to his nose, smelling everything that was Amy before pocketing them in his back pocket. "Classy."
"And you lost a button on your dress," he pointed out, seeing the top button of her dress missing and her breasts more exposed.
"What about the buttons on your shirt?" Amy asked, remembering how she yanked it open in haste to feel his firm and muscular chest against her own.
"So..." Bucky whistled, still holding her panties.
Amy nodded. "So...That happened."
"Yeah. And it was your first..."
"Yeah..." she said quickly.
Bucky turned to her, grabbing her hand in his. "Amy, I meant what I said in the park. I really do care about you. And I want us to do this."
Her eyes misted over, the fear creeping up in her throat. "What if something happens...I don't want to ruin our friendship."
"It won't because that's how this works. We know each other. You're my best friend...Minus Steve."
Amy giggled. "You drive me crazy, you know right?"
"You drive me crazy too."
Amy sighed as she placed a hand on his cheek and touched their foreheads together. Their eyes closed as they breathed each other in. "Buck...if we're going to do this, we're going to have to do it right. And Steve can't know...not for a while."
Bucky grinned, pulling back to look at her. "I agree. So...wanna come back to my place?"
"Okay," Amy smiled, bringing her mouth to his.
One kiss sealed their fate. The next couple of months she was immersed with and in Bucky Barnes. She loved spending time with him. She made points to come home every weekend to visit Steve and Bucky, but mostly Bucky. She had to admit it was fun to sneak. They went to Coney Island together and shared cotton candy. They lay around Central Park with Amy reading books to him as he enjoyed the warm sun. She went to Bucky's boxing matches, and he came to visit her at her school. The most enjoyable thing was the sex. They did it everywhere, every time they could. In his car, in his apartment, in her apartment, and even at Coney Island. Nobody could extinguish the passion they had for each other. Bucky was amazed at Amy. She was very adventurous outside the bedroom and inside the bedroom.
"Whoo! Bucky!" Amy shouted as she watched the fight. Bucky had his gloves up, turning to face the woman he so much adored and loved. Smiling a bit, he brought a nasty right hook to his opponent's face, sending him down, and was greeted by Amy's loud cheering as she jumped and down at his victory.
The match was over, and soon his girl was in his arms. His girl...Every time he thought about those two words, he felt happy and at ease. It was at those moments that he planned the next couple of steps of their lives together.
Bucky caught her as she jumped up, and wrapped her legs around him. "How did I do?" he smirked, kissing her perfect bright red lips.
"You were so perfect. There's something very charming about two guys beating the shit out of each other," she teased.
"You're so naughty," Bucky laughed as she leaned into him to kiss him again.
"Mom always said that Steve was her angel, and I was-"
"Her devil?" Bucky asked, letting her slide down. He made her slide down slowly so she could feel his hardened member, his hands on her perfectly rounded bottom. They walked together, his arm around her waist, over to collect his winnings.
"Don't be mean..." she pouted, pursing her lips up.
Bucky slapped her bottom, causing her to shriek. "I like that you're bad..."
"Jamie...Stop!" Amy laughed as Bucky thanked the man and shook his hand. "Wanna go to my place? I think Steve is working on his art project for the week."
"Yeah..." Bucky agreed. "But first, I'm taking my girl out to dinner."