Revelation
Bucky felt confusion roiling inside of him, scenes flicked before his eyes. Hazy in some ways but crystal clear in others. His thoughts slipped from him as a pair of warm lips met his.
“I missed you” Anwyn muttered against his lips and he smiled. “Not half as much as I missed you, Mrs. Barnes.” He felt her lips curl into a smile against his. He could never kiss this woman enough, not in one hundred lifetimes.
They had married a couple of hours prior in a small church in London, surrounded by the Howling Commandos and Howard Stark. Anwyn’s siblings, Thomas and Eira, had made the trek across war-ravaged lands to give her away. Bucky had liked Eira instantly, she was warm and friendly. She made him feel like family immediately. Thomas was shy and quiet, but his eyes glowed as he walked his sister down the aisle to give her into Bucky’s care.
Even Howard had smiled warmly; he and Anwyn were close. Like bickering siblings. Stark had actually threatened Bucky the night before. Bodily harm, loss of important bits. He hadn't known how to react; Howard Stark was a man of action and not words. That the genius had taken the time to speak to him had clarified how highly he thought of the woman he was about to marry.
His heart still stuttered to remember how beautiful she had looked in her simple cream gown, trimmed in red. Eira had bribed a local woman for red tulips and ivy to make her a bouquet, and the old woman had shown up to see the wedding. All smiles. A happy wedding, even a stranger's, probably was a welcome sight in such dark times. She had practically sauntered toward him, bare foot with her hair worn long and lose. Following some ancient Welsh tradition he didn’t bother to question.
Couldn’t had he wanted to, she was so beautiful that he momentarily forgot how to speak. Here she was, in this beautiful gown, he in in his uniform...about to start a real life together. Bucky could hardly believe it. He could have his pick of women…but he wanted only Anwyn Llewelyn.
Steve had grinned from ear to ear, and Pinkerton had snickered at the dumb smile Bucky had plastered to his face. Every last one of the men would fight anyone without a second thought but questioned Barnes’ sanity to marry the wild Welsh girl that scared half of them out of their wits. Dernier had sniffled a few times, blaming the dust and swearing at anybody who questioned him. To a man, they had all been happy for them both that day.
And maybe a touch envious; Anwyn was a vision beyond compare. A smiling, ethereal beauty whose green eyes practically glowed with joy. None of her fiery disposition was present, only softness and elation. Black hair hung in soft waves down to the middle of her back and swayed with every step she took. It was no dream wedding but neither of them cared.
They had barely heard the priest rattle through the vows, barely registered the exchange of rings. Anwyn stated her vows in Welsh and he orated his own in English. The Howling Commandos had proven themselves worthy of their name, howling and hooting when Bucky had kissed her. Eira had squealed and even shy Thomas had clapped loudly and hollered blessings in Welsh. Howard had smirked and raised a flask pulled from a jacket pocket before downing it.
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Bucky had wasted no time gently removing the dress when they got to the small, country inn that Eira had booked them for their impromptu honeymoon and pressing her into the soft feather mattress. His overcoat and top followed, so that his chest was bare to her. Fingernails traced his chest and stomach as his hands roved over her body. Her sides, her hips, her hair, to her breasts. A strangled moan escaped her when he cupped her.
He pulled his head back “We don’t have to...I don’t want you to feel like you have to because of…we can wait if you’d rather.” he breathed. She pulled his mouth back to her own. “Stop talkin’, Barnes.” A choked laugh came from deep in his throat. “I think you said that the first time, too.”
She smiled against his lips and rolled her hips against his erection. He hissed at the pressure and took a deep breath. “Rwy'n dy garu di, James.” she whispered. His heart clenched tightly, full of love. Bucky knew precious few words of Welsh, but he knew those. He offered the words back to her, meaning it with all of his being, “Rwy'n dy garu di, fy Anwyn.”
Bucky took another deep breath as he pulled back and looked at her joyful face. The fresh, green scented air of the country tinged with her perfume was a balm for his soul. He sighed with delight, viewing her beautiful exposed body. He cupped her breasts again, thumbs flicking over the little pink buds on each. She rolled her head back in pleasure as she enjoyed the sensation of his warm flesh against her sensitive skin. Bucky’s warm lips found her throat and she moaned again.
She lost herself in waves of pleasure as his kisses trailed down her throat, to her collarbone, to her breasts. She nearly leapt off the bed when he drew a nipple into his mouth and bit down gently. “Bucky, fy duw BUCKY!” She gasped as his fingers slipped down to press against her core through the lace panties she’d worn. Bucky felt her hands reach down and deftly unbutton his own pants, she started pulling them down with his shorts. He kicked them off on the floor as he all but tore off the delicate panties she wore and plunged his fingers back along her slick folds.
She squirmed under him as he inserted a finger, her eyes meeting his. His pupils were huge with arousal, almost all of the blue of his eyes was hidden. A wicked smile graced her lips and she palmed the hardness that sprang from his thighs; pride in her eyes at the sizeable member her husband had been blessed with. He was slightly longer than normal length, but thick.
An animalistic growl came from deep in his throat as he worked himself into her hand. Their lips met again in a fiery kiss as he inserted a second finger. Her lips trailed over his jaw and up to his ear where she nibbled the lobe and bit down into his soft neck just below. He pulled his fingers from her and pushed her hands over her head as he situated himself between her thighs.
His kisses started at her ear and down her throat, tongue flicking over her collarbone. Anwyn squirmed under him, desperate to grab at his hair but pinned by his strong hands. She lost herself as he rubbed his face over her breasts and lapped at each nipple in turn. Barely coherent, she realized he’d let go of her arms and was trailing his fingers over her sides as he nuzzled her stomach, kissing lower and lower. A high pitched whine exploded from her when his lips brushed against the little pearl in her folds. He nibbled it before lapping at it with slow, long sweeps of his tongue. She was beyond words, only capable of moans and sighs. The heat flooding her body had robbed her of her her wits.
The sounds Anwyn was making nearly pushed Bucky past the point of his self control. Her heated response to his actions made him even harder; this woman was exquisite. She was his and she wanted all of him. Mewling gasps escaped her lips and her body had gone tight, rigid under his ministrations. Instinctively he knew she was close and didn’t want to waste her orgasm on his fingers. Bucky wanted to feel her. He'd bedded women before but nothing like this. Anwyn's touch was like fire on his flesh, her skin like silk. No other woman had driven him to such insane highs by simply existing before.
She growled in protest as Bucky pulled himself up, growl becoming a moan as rubbed the head of his erection against her clit, to the warm folds below. “Anwyn…” he breathed, pressing his chest against hers and resting his forehead against the side of her neck. He waited, wanting permission before he took her. She lifted his chin and pressed her lips to his own…it was all the answer he needed.
Bucky bit his lip as he pressed into her hot core, both of them gasping for air. She was squirming and panting his name, as he hilted himself in her. A moment passed as he kissed her, long and slow, letting her adjust to him. He pulled back and thrust into her again, waves of pleasure washed over him. She clawed at his back and bit into his shoulder as he worked her body with long, slow thrusts. He groaned as she lifted her hips to meet his own. “Harder, please. Harder.” she panted at him. “Buckyyy…”
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small room, her moans and sighs growing louder with each moment. Anwyn nearly sobbed with pleasure as he roughly jammed himself inside of her, pushing against her harder with each stroke. He had thought to be gentle on their wedding night, but gentle had never really been their way.
Like fire meeting ice, they'd been volatile. Lovemaking had been steamy and rough. Passionate. But full of love all the same. Trailing kisses over her shoulder and neck, he reached down and his fingers found the little pearl in her folds. She shoved her hips up into his with each thrust, drawing groans of bliss from Bucky's throat.
She was whimpering again, pleas of “More”, “Harder” and “Bucky” escaping her lips with a plethora of praises in Welsh that he could not possibly hope to translate. “Anwyn, I want…let me…” He groaned as her warm well clenched around him “Finish for me, come on doll.” He pushed his fingers against her harder and felt satisfaction swell in his chest when she came, hard. “Bucky, Bucky, Bucky!" his name sounded like a prayer coming from her lips. It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard.
The sound of the beautiful woman moaning his name, the flood of liquid and the sudden tightening of her around him did him in. His rhythm stuttered and his pace became erratic as he thrust a few more times before emptying himself inside of her with a shuddering groan. They lay together, pressed together and sated for several minutes before Bucky rolled to his side. Repeatedly, he kissed her shoulder until she turned and offered him her lips. “I love you.” They whispered in unison, nuzzling one another.
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He jerked awake, covered in sweat and breathing hard. It took him a moment to realize where he was and that he had been dreaming. A pleasant one at least. Their wedding, their wedding night. Nostalgia and regret filled him...he’d lost out on a lifetime with this woman. But he was quickly overcome with embarrassment and confusion…dreaming such dreams while Anwyn was asleep beside him.
She had turned at some point in the night and buried her face into his neck. The wound had seeped through the shirt she was wearing but seemed to be healing. Her breathing was deep and even, she was fast asleep. Relief filled him; she wouldn't see the hardness that struggled to be free of his shorts. Desire, arousal, this primal need....was something he couldn't remember feeling since HYDRA enslaved him.
Bucky brushed her hair out of her face and angled his left arm better so that she would be cushioned by his shoulder and not hard metal. Watching her sleep brought him peace. A whirlwind of mixed emotions ripped through Bucky as he stared at her sleeping, trusting form. Fear. Desire. Anxiety. Uncertainty. Hope. Confusion. Love? His heart and his body remembered things his mind had forgotten, apparently. Because he had been drawn to her like a moth to a flame since she’d appeared at his side in the museum.
No. Since she had torn her mask off on the bridge and strode toward him, devoid of fear. He had felt the whole world change then. Even when they wiped him after his failure on the bridge, her face had haunted him from the dark recesses of his mind.
In the weeks since he first saw her face again, he'd become inexplicably, deeply attached to this stubborn woman. Or maybe that attachment had never been stolen from him like everything else, only buried. Her presence was like a whirlwind, like the powerful waters of a hurricane washing away Hydra’s filth so that he could find it again.
He loved her. He had loved her then and he still loved her now. The realization shook him to his core and stabbed icy fingers along his spine. Mixed into the storm of emotions was relief. He was relieved to feel this particular emotion. Hydra hadn't taken all of his humanity. Maybe he wasn't such a monster after all, if he could still feel love.
He wanted her. Nothing else made sense in his life and his future was full of uncertainty. Some part of him felt like she still loved him, or whatever part of him was still him. She was a stabilizing force to all the chaos in his mind, the piece he hadn't known he'd been missing. The knowledge that all he could offer her was an unknown future and a shadow of the man he once was pained him.
But he wanted her. Her smile, her laugh, her love and her trust. He wanted some vestige of what they had once shared, so pure and warm. Whatever that meant. Whatever that took. Deep down, he knew a romantic entanglement was probably not the best idea at the moment but he didn't care. Second chances like the one they had were almost impossible. Gently, he pressed his lips to her forehead and suppressed a smile as she scooted closer into his warmth. “Soon. I’ll talk to her about it all soon.” He decided as he drifted back off to sleep.
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Anwyn woke with her body still aching and her head pounding. No, that wasn’t her head…it was the bedroom door. Vinnie was beating on it as if he meant to break it off the hinges. “Rise and shine! We got some things to discuss and some things to dispose of.” She felt a warm body stirring beside her and turned her head to see Bucky’s eyes watching her. Something she couldn’t place lurked in those deep blue depths, something hidden and warm. Something had changed in him. His right arm was draped over her hip and his left cradled her head beneath the pillow.
“You look better today.” He murmured with a faint smile, arm shifting and tightening around her waist. She’d turned during the night but he hadn’t let her out of his grasp. Anwyn turned her face towards him and smiled softly at him, watching the lines around his blue eyes crinkle as he smiled back. Tendrils of brown hair were spread across the pillow and his face. Dark stubble had cropped up along his jaw, making his white teeth look even brighter. He was such a lovely man, even after years of hell had written their story on his face and body.
She fought the blush that fought to redden her cheeks as memories from the previous night slipped back to her. After hauling her into the small bedroom, he wrapped her shoulder in gauze and sponged the rest of the blood from her hair and body as best he could. He'd helped her out of her bloody clothes and into clean ones before allowing her to sleep. Some things never changed. Bucky was a protector, a guardian, at heart. Helping people was who he was. Even Hydra couldn't erase that.
Anwyn felt the bed shift as he scooted closer and pressed his chest and hips to hers. “I was worried for you, you know. Wakin’ up sealed in here. Wakin’ up and you were gone.” She felt him sigh into her hair. "Then you show back up with a bullet wound, four dead guys in the yard, an angry old fart waving a rifle, and a syringe of yellow goop…”
She grinned at the smile she heard in his voice but it quickly faded as she remembered the bullet wound in her shoulder, and how she’d gotten it. How had they been tracked? She was nothing if not cautious. Idly, she ran her hand over the arm he'd wrapped around her waist. Vinnie’s continued pounding pulled her from her thoughts, and reluctantly from Bucky’s warm embrace. “Come on, come on, out of bed!” He bellowed on the other side of the door. Anwyn wrenched it open and glared at the old man, hand on her hip. He grinned at her and jerked a thumb towards the kitchen. She could see he’d dragged in the rickety chairs from her porch to supplement the seating at her tiny table.
“Gotta pie on the counter. You’re gonna need it when you see the shit these guys had on em.” With a sigh, she peered back at Bucky who was still curled in bed, eyeing Vinnie with annoyance, barely aware of he room he’d trashed the previous night. Anwyn's giggle softened his grouchy expression. “Better get up Buck, before he finishes what you started in beatin’ down my cabin.”