Revelations
They crashed into her room, lips meeting messily as they tried to keep quiet. Steve was home, and they couldn't wake him. Each of them felt guilty for being together behind Steve's back. But that wouldn't stop them. Amy ripped Bucky's shirt off his body and quickly yanked up the white tank top he wore underneath. He was beautiful...Skin sun-kissed, ripped with pure muscle, and a perfect set of abs that she loved to lick. Kissing him harder, she ran his hands down his abs and went to his belt buckle. Bucky moaned as she hushed him. "Steve's asleep...We gotta keep quiet," she whispered as he whirled around and pressed her against the door. He tugged her halter top from her jeans and discarded it quickly. He palmed her breasts and undid her bra and latched his lips to her nipple as her breathy moans echoed in the bedroom. He pulled back, causing her to whine as he pushed her back onto the bed. Crawling on top of her, he brought his lips back to her breasts and trailed down to her jeans. Yanking them down, and her black underwear, he brought his face down to her center and devoured her. "Bucky!" she shouted, as he settled himself between her legs, bringing her legs up to rest on his shoulders.
Amy learned that Bucky was a selfless lover. He always made sure that she was wet and ready for him before he entered her. He worshipped every part of her body. He made her feel beautiful and sexy. Pulling on his hair, she came with a loud cry, her toes curling against his back as he kissed her one last time and brought his lips back to hers. Amy moaned, scrunching a hand in his hair as she tasted herself on his lips. She gasped as he flipped her over on her hands and knees, his hands gripping her waist. With one powerful thrust, he entered her and began a fast and furious pace. Amy panted as she gripped the sheets, careful not to moan too loudly. Bucky shifted his angle, causing Amy to cry out. Bucky quickly covered her mouth his palm, and gripped her hand in his other, intertwining their fingers. Bucky shoved his mouth into her shoulder, Amy crying out into his palm as they met both of their releases.
"You can't stay," Amy panted as she tried to regain her breath as she lay on her stomach. Her face was pressed against her pillow as her eyes drifted close. "You and Steve have the art class tomorrow."
"I'll leave and circle back in the morning," Bucky grunted, lifting his body off of hers, and pressing a quick kiss between her shoulder blades. "How long are we gonna keep this from Steve?"
Amy rolled over to her side, cuddling close into his chest. "We'll tell him soon. It's just...He's gonna be so upset. One, for us, doing it, and two, for us not telling him."
"I think he'll be more upset that we're having sex without being married."
Amy snorted. "He's such a choir boy. We could always tell him that you were my first," Amy grinned.
"Now, that makes it sound like I took advantage of you."
"Well, you didn't. You told me to tell you to stop...I believe I kissed you first. After you left me with a drink"
"It was pretty bad," Bucky chuckled. "But who could blame me? You're the serpent in the garden. A temptress. Seductiveness."
"Are you calling me the devil?!" Amy gasped in mock shock.
"I'm calling you my devil," he clarified.
Amy looked up at his stormy blue eyes, melting into their depths. "I love you, James Barnes," she admitted, blushing.
Bucky felt his breath catch in his throat. Since he could remember, he hated his name of James Buchannan, always going by Bucky. But when they were alone, he liked hearing Amy call him James or Jamie. It made him feel special. And the fact that this was the first time she admitted that she loved him made it even more special.
"I love you too, Amelia," he whispered back, gently kissing her. He threaded one large and bruised hand into her hair as he rolled her over onto her back.
"James..." she moaned, feeling his other hand travel down her waist to the junction between her thighs. "Jamie..."
"You like me touching you, don't you? You like me doing dirty things to you..."
"You have such a filthy mouth," Amy sighed as he entered her swiftly. Bucky began to move, letting his love for this woman show in his movements. Amy moaned out, digging her nails into his back as he continued to move inside of her, slowly. "Jamie..."
"That's it, sweetheart..."
"Fuck, James...Right there!" Amy gasped as he moved to one particular spot. "Oh god, yes! Right there!"
"Ames..." he groaned out, feeling the tension in the base of his spine. He bent his head, capturing her lips with his. He moaned into her mouth as their tongues met.
"Say it..." she begged, half sobbing for release.
"I love you...Fuck!"
"Shit!" Amy gasped as both came together once again. Afterward, they cuddled close together on the small bed, easily being lulled to sleep by each other's breathing. "You can't stay," she said once again as she buried her nose in his chest.
"Just ten more minutes," he yawned. "Have you thought about the future?"
"No...have you?" she asked, her eyes closing, turning over so that her back was pressed against his chest.
Bucky smiled as he wrapped his arm around her, their fingers intertwined. "Mm-hmm...I see you and me. I'm...whatever. A farmer? And you...You're the first female archeologist and well-known. But we have a house out in the country, far from the city."
"Mmm...I hope there's room for Steve," she mumbled, eyes still closed.
"A big house...with room for our kids and room for their Uncle Steve, and space for ourselves."
"Two," she muttered. "Or three...I loved having a big brother...a sibling that I could go to."
"Me too...Three kids...Four?"
Amy slapped his stomach, giggling. "That's reaching. But I can compromise with three if we can get a dog."
"You can have whatever the hell you want, doll-face. We'll have a white picket fence, and you'll work at a fancy museum, teaching our three kids all about the places that we've been."
"That sounds wonderful...But you're missing one part."
"What's that?" Bucky asked, almost asleep.
"Our wedding..."
Bucky smiled as he heard a slight snore from the woman at his side. "One day, sweetheart. I promise you," he whispered, kissing her spot behind her ear as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Steve knew that something was wrong when he woke up the next morning. He had a feeling that it was going to be a bad day. He started off by heading to the bathroom and tripping over a shoe. Sighing, he reached down to pick it up and toss it to his sister's room when he stopped to notice that it wasn't one of her saddle shoes or heels...It was a male shoe...A boot that he knew she would never wear unless she had to. Feeling his face redden with anger, he marched towards her door and knocked. Not hearing an answer, he opened it to see the most disgusting thing he's ever witnessed.
"What in the world?!" he shouted, waking the couple up.
"Oh my god! Steven!" Amy yelled out, pulling the sheet up over her chest.
"Bucky?!" Steve shouted, seeing his best friend scramble for his pants, averting his eyes from his naked body.
"Steve, wait!" Bucky shouted as he turned around and left them.
"Well, shit..." Amy breathed out.
Steve waited in the small kitchen as Amy and Bucky came out, fairly dressed. "Steven, we can explain..."
"How?! I told you not to do it! Bucky, you promised me!"
"Wait...You did what?" Amy asked her boyfriend, who was next to her.
"We were sixteen, Steve," Bucky sighed.
"So, how long?" Steve asked.
"How long, what?"
"How long has this been happening?"
Amy sighed. "Can you give us a moment, Bucky?"
Bucky saw the pleading look in her green eyes and nodded. "Of course...I'll...go get us some coffee and some breakfast from the bakery down the street." He stood and pressed a kiss to her cheek before he left.
As soon as the door shut, Amy turned to Steve. "Okay...Yell at me, scream at me, do whatever you want."
"Why?! Why him?!" Steve demanded, face turning bright red.
"Because it just happened, Steve. It's been happening since I got on that damn train to go to school."
"So, it started then?"
"No! Just...My feelings started. We hugged, and I realized how much I was gonna miss him. Then every time I came home, I was busy or he was busy and I missed him more and more. It wasn't until I came home for the summer that things happened." Amy reached over and touched her brother's hand. "The night of my birthday, after you passed out from the heat and the vomiting, we ate my cake, and we talked. We almost kissed then, but you called out to me. The next day, while you were still sick, we went for a walk and got into this big argument about why we should be together versus why we shouldn't. On my part, I argued that we shouldn't...because of you."
Steve felt like he was punched. "Me?" he asked in a small voice.
"I knew that you would be upset. But he was for it, but I told him no. So, I went on a date with Johnny Cassidy."
Steve scoffed. "He's an idiot."
Amy rolled her eyes. "I know. We were at a dance club and Bucky was there, and he ordered me my favorite drink and saved me from throwing the drink at Johnny and one thing led to another, and then-"
"I don't want to know!" Steve shouted, not wanting to hear what his baby sister and his best friend did in the bedroom.
"Yeah...so, afterward, we talked...And it just blossomed from there."
"That was three months ago! You've been lying for three months?!"
"We weren't lying to you. We were just hiding it from you."
"That's even worst!"
"Steve, I love him..." Amy admitted quickly. Steve's breath caught. "And he loves me. And you might be angry that we're living in sin, but what we have is real. And he makes me happy. Yes, he's frustrating and stubborn, but he's a good man, and you know it. So, please, Steve...Don't ruin this for me."
Steve saw a whole new person in his sister. Someone who didn't have walls around her. "Okay," he nodded. "Truth to be told...I'm kinda happy that you two are together. I just wished you told me from the start."
"I promise you, Stevie...No more secrets. I will tell you everything."
"Hey...I got the coffee and pastries," Bucky said, returning.
Steve walked up and pushed Bucky with all of his might. "You hurt my sister, and I'll hurt you, got it?"
Bucky nodded. "I would never hurt her, Steve."
"I know."
"Punk."
"Jerk," Steve smiled.
"Ahh...My boys," Amy smiled, kissing each one on the cheek.
They may have thought that the day would get better, but it just got worst. While Amy was traveling back to her campus for a class, she heard whispers of an attack from the Japanese forces that were involved in this new war.
Bucky and Steve found out in their art class. Japan attacked the naval base of Pearl Harbor. That same day, President Roosevelt declared war. They were going back to war. And that's when all of their lives changed forever.