The Cabin

Marching into the living room, determined to start hurling questions at Bucky, the words died at your lips when you saw him. He stood in the kitchen with a cup of tea in his hands. Earl Grey filled your nostrils. The small smile that crept onto your face didn’t go unnoticed by Bucky as he strode over to you and shoved it into your hands.

“What, you didn’t think I would remember your favorite tea? This shit is gross and you’re the only one who would drink it at the tower.”

“Oh bite me Bucky, it’s not that bad.”

You took a big swig and,

“Ahhhhhhh….. now that’s the stuff,”

A small chuckle escaped him and he motioned to the couch. You sat in silence for a few minutes as you sipped your tea, all semblance of anger slowly thawing out as you felt it run down your throat into your stomach. He was safe from interrogation. For now.

“Shit, I need to call Steve,” you groaned as you flipped up the arm of the couch, finding a disposable cell phone hidden in the bottom. You recounted to him everything that happened from as soon as you got on the first bus to when you got to the cabin.

“Sheesh Jordie, I’m really sorry I got you into this mess. I have no idea what went wrong but I promise I’ll do everything I can to get to the bottom of it and get you home safe.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows at the nickname and a smirk formed on his lips. A flick to his forehead shushed him.

“Thanks Stevie. Oh, and I’m assuming you’re the one who called Bucky telling him I’m at the safehouse? I would’ve appreciated a heads up he was gonna be here, I almost killed him!!”

Bucky scoffed and leaned in towards you to talk into the phone, “Steve, she was practically naked and completely defenseless under the bed when I showed up- OUCH!!!”

You smacked him hard in the chest. The familiar sense of warmth started to creep back into your chest as he gave his big belly laugh. Ah shit.

“Yea yea, I’m sorry Jordie. When I realized you didn’t hit your checkpoint I assumed, if you weren’t dead, you were going to the cabin and I knew Bucky was in the area so I sent him to check on you. I promise it was all good intentions, I just needed to know you were okay.”

You heard his apologetic tone and sighed.

“It’s fine Stevie really. Just send a team to come grab us ASAP please, I really don’t wanna spend more time than I need to here.

Bucky feigned hurt as you rolled your eyes at him.

“Uhh, yea, about that. The weather up where you guys are looks like it’s gonna get really bad within the next few hours. Like blizzard bad. I’m not sure when we’re gonna be able to fly in there safely so plan to be there for at least 2 nights.”

A small huff of air escaped your teeth as you glanced at Bucky; even he looked a little put off by the information. Even though you two had been in good spirits moments before, you knew prolonged contact only meant one thing. Communication and confrontation. And you both felt the dread creeping in.

“Fine Steve, just hurry your ass up.”

“Okay Jordie, sorry ag-” you cut him off snapping the phone shut. Great. Two nights in THE cabin with Bucky. Here we fucking go.

Pushing yourself up from the couch, causing Bucky to flinch, you wandered over to the kitchen. Looking outside into the night you saw that Steve was right, snow was starting to fall as the wind whipped through the trees. With a sigh, you turn to Bucky, about to ask about the food situation when your stomach let out a low growl. Bucky chuckled and sauntered over to the kitchen.

“Hungry?”

“I haven’t eaten in about 24 hours so yes, I would say that. Do you know if we have any food here?”

“Let me check, I think we might have some pasta or something.”

As he walked towards the pantry you shamefully watch him as he cruised over and started sorting through the food in the pantry. His body moved with such confidence and poise you had to tear your eyes away as unbridled memories began to stir.

He walked towards the bed with such a hunger in his eyes, you almost felt scared as he sunk to his knees before you. You were both still fully clothed from the mission and he made slow, agonizing work of stripping them from your body. He reached up to your stomach and pressed his face into the sensitive part between your belly button and hip bone. Your hips bucked as he slowly kissed down your clothed right leg, feeling his teeth rough against your leggings. Whining as he slowly slid both hands down, he took the waistband of your leggings and slowly dragged them down, leaving your underwear intact for now.

He threw them to the side and slowly started kissing the inside of your thighs, eyes never leaving your center. You're sure he can see the dampness seeping through your underwear. What he did next was the hottest, most unexpected thing in the world. He started fucking talking.

“All of this for me? Sweetheart, I didn’t even think you liked me but look at you, soaking your little panties just for me, do you like it when I tease you like this?”

Gaping at him, your head swam wtih lust and you try to force yourself to answer as he traced his fingers lightly down to your calves. In your hesitation, instead of reeling it back, he pushes further.

“I think I asked you a question sweetheart,” he slowly moved back up your body until his face is level with yours. In one swift movement, his flesh hand lightly wrapped around your neck, forcing you to stare into his eyes while his metal hand palmed your pussy. Gasping for breath at the cold sensation at your center he whispered in your ear,

“I’m waiting for an answer, pretty girl. Is this all for me? Answer now.”

“Yes, oh my God yes, it’s all for you, only for you. Please-”

In one swift motion, he’s kissing you and ripping your underwear off, effectively ruining the pair. Already forgotten, he started to touch your pussy, so slowly, achingly. You arched into him wanting more friction and gasped out,

“Please Bucky, I n-need you, please touch me, I c-can’t, please James-”

As you used his real name he literally growls in your ear and sunk his fing-

“Jordan? You good over there?”

You physically shook your head to rid yourself of the horny memory as you realized you’d completely zoned out staring at the counter thinking about his fingers inside you while he had started cooking pasta. Jesus, Jordan. Get a hold of yourself.

With heated cheeks and a tighter core, you met his eyes and said, “Uhhhh shit, yea sorry Bucky, it’s been a long day.” God, what a terrible excuse, he had to know something is up with you.

You held his gaze for a second longer than comfortable before he ultimately ignored you and turned back to dinner. This time, you welcomed it.