Tacos, Tequila and Bad Decisions
Anwyn had jumped multiple times to multiple locations, being extra careful to throw Stark off on her way home. Stormy had scanned her for tracking devices and found nothing. For the time being, she remained hidden in plain sight; her connections and resources were plentiful enough to remain unnoticed if she was careful.
Bucky had been on her the minute she stepped through the door the next afternoon. His lips hungrily found her own and he pushed her against the wall near the door. “Missed you.” He mumbled between kisses. Sighing, she ran her fingers through his hair as she pressed herself against him. “Let’s go out, want tacos an’ tequila.” She felt him smirk against her lips. “When I’m done with you, sure.”
They’d left a trail of clothes to her bedroom, to the shower in the master bathroom attached to it. Bucky’s hands trailed over her flesh as he stripped her of her undergarments and pushed her into the large shower stall. Her hands fumbled with the knobs to get the water flowing as his fingers slid down her back, over her butt and found the warmth pooling between her legs. His hot breath scorched her neck and the grunt in her ear caused her body to flood with desperation to be closer to him. A heated groan escaped her as she whirled on him and froze. What a sight he was.
Icy cerulean eyes bored into her, filled with lust. Water darkened his hair and dripped down his face, dampening his eyelashes. Faint stubble had cropped up along his jaw and around his lips. Lips he bit as he stared at her naked, sopping form. The hard muscles of his chest gleamed under the water and the metal arm reflected the soft lights above. His height was just enough that she had to tilt her head up to press her lips to his before she pulled back and admired his body again.
Faint scars dotted his chest and the ropey bands of scar tissue on his left shoulder looked less angry under the relaxing heat of the water. He was hard for her, eager. Solid, muscular thighs flexed as he shifted closer to her. He still looked imposing, harsh but never had any man aroused her so fully simply by looks.
Bucky closed the distance between them, turning her around so that her breasts pressed into the cold tile and his hardness pressed against her backside. Warm lips found her shoulder as cool digits reached around and probed her well. A throaty grunt escaped him as she rubbed her bottom over the hardness pressing against it. “More doll…” his husky voice echoed in her ear. Anwyn continued to grind her cheeks against his erection while he worked her with his fingers. Within a few minutes, they were both reduced to communicating entirely in moans and sighs.
Without warning, Bucky spread her thighs and pushed himself into her. The force pushed her flush into the tiles, the cold a stark contrast from his body heat as he took her from behind. “Bucky, oh my god...” She hissed as he pounded her, growling into her ear. He took her harshly, smashed into the tiles for a few moments before he slowed down, kissing her shoulders and neck.
He pulled out of her, turned her around and lifted her up by the hips. Wrapping her legs around him, she guided his erection back into her and moaned. He kissed her hungrily as he worked himself back into her willing body. There was less ferocity in him now, more sensuality. His kisses were sweet, his moans softer. The switch from fierce to loving sent her to unbelievable highs. “This man is a like a drug…” Anwyn thought as she wrapped her arms more tightly around his neck.
Lost in each other, time had stopped. Neither of them noticed when the water began to run cold. Anwyn’s flesh radiated enough heat to keep them both warm as Bucky made love to her. The soft patter of water blended with quiet moans and kisses into a love song just for the two of them. She reached her peak suddenly and cried out, fingers scrabbling over his shoulders as he rutted harder, chasing his own release. His lips crashed into hers and he panted against her, growling deep in his throat as he filled her.
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The two of them sprawled lazily on the bed they now shared, fingers stroking at whatever skin was closest. Anwyn had filed him in on what had occurred at her meeting with Steve. Mixed emotions flowed through him, but he had been assuaged of his worry. She had made it very clear just how hard it would be to track her. “Of course Stark’s kid has an ego, he’s a Stark.” Bucky murmured to her. She let out an indignant snort. “Was good ta see Steve an’ Natasha though. I hope someday ya will be ok with seeing him…he’s still your friend.”
Bucky nodded into her hair. “Someday.” He pulled his head back and looked at her. “I thought ya wanted to get tacos and go drinking?” Anwyn noticed it was an attempt to change the subject but didn’t bother to call him on it. Smiling, she sat up and went to get dressed. “You’re on, Barnes.” He beamed back at her and went to find his own clothes.
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Two hours later, he found himself in a tiny Mexican restaurant on Hollywood Boulevard scarfing down tacos. He couldn’t remember ever eating them before, but he knew for damned sure that he’d be eating them every chance he got now. A round, red sign that read “Calle Tacos” emblazoned the wall outside. Anwyn was down three tacos and happily tearing into a basket of chips and salsa.
She’d dressed in a pair of skinny jeans, with red Converse shoes and a black shirt that slipped off one shoulder. She wore her hair loose and it stirred each time the breeze from the large, open door entered. In public, her speech was fully devoid of her accent. Her silver bracelets tinkled as she reached for more chips, smiling at him.
Bucky felt surprisingly at ease. Dressed in jeans, black loafers, with a black button down shirt and the skin synthesizer… he looked normal. No gleaming metal hand to give him away as the world’s most wanted man. He’d slicked his hair back away from his face and parked his sunglasses on top of his head once they’d entered. The man at the counter had been pleasant; nobody had given him a single suspicious glance. He loved the feeling of freedom he had in this new life...this is what he should have had seventy years ago. But better late than never. He still had plenty of time left to enjoy his second chance, or so he hoped.
He was snapped from his reverie as Anwyn came sauntering back to the table, several shots of tequila balanced between her hands. He hadn’t even noticed her get up. Grinning mischievously, she set three in front of him and kept three for herself. “Bottoms up, love.” His eyebrow raised of its own volition.
“Doll, you know we can’t get drunk, right?” He murmured quietly. The serum made it impossible, he figured she was aware. “That’s where you’re mistaken, we can. Just takes a lot.” With that said, she threw back her first shot and followed with the other two in quick succession. “Next rounds on you.” She teased with a giggle.
Seeing her toss back hard liquor like it was fruit punch stirred a memory that almost made him laugh aloud as he took his own shots.
The Howling Commandos, Steve, Anwyn and Howard Stark seated at a table in a common area, passing around a bottle of whiskey. Steve didn’t drink, but the rest did. She had kept up with the men. Drinking them under the table, one by one. By the time Stark had given in and tried to stumble to his feet to find his bed, she was leaning heavily on Bucky and laughing so hard she had tears running down her face. She’d grinned up at him and kissed his chin. In that moment, he tapped out. He knew full well he’d have to haul her up the stairs to the tiny room they shared.
The rest of the men sat back, laughing as the contest came down to her and Falsworth. They had traded quips as they tried to one up each other. In the end, she’d given up and Falsworth had risen from the table victorious only to topple over and take Morita to the floor with him. The whole group had howled with mirth as the two of them rolled around, tussling and cursing at each other from the floor. Both too drunk to stand up. Peggy had peered in at the raucous noise and shook her head, smiling. Steve had blushed head to toe to have the woman he pined after so badly catch him in such an obnoxious situation. Bucky had taken that as his cue and hauled his extremely inebriated wife to her feet, ready to put her to bed.
“Hey. Hey. Sweetie?” her voice broke through to him and he smiled at her. “Gonna get shots, be right back.” The man at the window peered at the ID Bucky had handed him and poured six more shots. Making his way back to the table, he dropped off three to Anwyn and kept his three. “ID is legit, right?” the whispered question had her laughing before she whispered back. “Of course, every document I gave ya is. I pulled a few strings, called in a few favors and black-mailed half a dozen people…but all legit.”
He nodded and took his shots, and she took hers. “Thomas Oliver Buchanan?” She smiled at him. “I combined the names of the men I loved the most…you, my Da and my brother.” She pulled out her own ID and slid it across the table to him. He smiled at the name.
“Amy Marie Buchanan?” She ducked her head shyly, an action he could rarely remember seeing from her. “Marie was your mother's name, right? But why Amy?" Anwyn nodded at him. "Yes, and someday...someday I'll tell you about Amy..." Her face was suddenly sad and he reached for her hand, whispering to her. "I’m glad you kept some part of my name, somehow.” The look and smile she gave him could have stopped the world from spinning. Pure joy was written all over her face as she snatched up her ID and pulled him to his feet. “Let’s go dancing”