Chapter 1
“Bucky,” you moan softly as he wraps his metal arm around your throat. His flesh hand was positioned comfortably behind his head, his oceanic eyes were clear and lust blown as he took in your undulating form. His eyes never left you. Never once did he close them. Every emotion he felt was laid bare. They were all naked for you to see. You drag your hips forward, your back arching when desire spikes.
“моя любовь.” My love, he murmurs, adoration clear in voice.
He was your everything and you were his. There was no middle ground for either of you. It was intense and terrifying at the same time. He was your darkness and you were his light. You were yin and yang, two souls which were meant to be together.
“мое сердце.” My heart, you reply.
He moans as you increase the pace of your hips. He was hot and thick inside you. Every ridge and curve of him felt like heaven, bringing you closer to Nirvana. An intense wave which threatens to overwhelm you. His cock was a delicious drag which hit every mind blowing spot you had. You were drunk on him, lost in Bucky, completely engulfed by him.
His hand moves from your throat to cup your breast. He gives the globe a firm squeeze and moves down your waist, cold fingers skimming across your soft skin finally coming to rest on the curve of your waist. He pushes you backward and drags you forward, not letting you rise to your knees but keeping you close, pressed together where he can grind against you.. He keeps it deep and slow, making you feel all of him, and he never lets you look away. He never lets you break contact. He needs your touch. He craves it.
Your hands settle on his muscled abdomen, your fingers digging into his flesh.
He curses softly under his breath, his teeth sinking into his plush bottom lip. The grip he has on your waist tightens and he sits upright and pulls you tightly to his chest. Your hands move to his shoulders and tangle in his lush locks. He kisses you fiercely, possessively as he makes your body shudder.
You match him, pouring every ounce of love you hold into it. Every modicum of passion. You would have forever, and you knew it. It wouldn’t be the last time you could feel him this way. It wouldn't be the last time you felt safe in his arms. It wouldn’t be the last time you saw the light in his eyes.
Your orgasm knocks the breath out of you. Tiny whimpers pass Bucky’s lips as he follows suit, rocking you both through the intense waves of pleasure. He never breaks the kiss. His hips rolling into yours with precision.
His hands move to your back. Dark bruises were already forming on your skin, but he drags his nails down your back, mixing pleasure with pain, sending you over the edge once again.
It lasts for hours, minutes, mere seconds. It lasts an eternity. The thread that ties you together solidifies with every tender word which falls from his lips. With every declaration of love, you fall deeper, harder for him. It’s suffocating. It’s freeing. It’s indescribable in its beauty.
“Навсегда.” Forever, he whispers in your ear when he finally breaks away from your lips.
“Навсегда,” you reply, placing soft kisses on every exposed piece of skin you could find. He’s still inside you, hard and ready to go again so you let him. The stirrings of arousal spike once again with one look from him.
Bucky lived under your skin. In every cell. He was in everything you did and it wouldn’t, couldn’t be the last time you would hold him.
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“ETA: thirty minutes,” Steve announces to the silent room. His gaze would flicker to you every couple of seconds.
You were seated in your customary position in the quinjet. Legs crossed and eyes closed in an isolated corner. Your hair hung loosely down your back.
Steve knew exactly what you were waiting for. It had been your pre-mission ritual since he met you. Usually, it fell to him to do it. He relished the trust you placed in him, but lately, things had taken a bizarre turn. Bucky was the one who took his place and he’d done it without warning. This he may have been able to handle. It was what followed which inexplicably set his nerves on edge.
Bucky took a seat behind you without saying a word. Slowly, he begins to braid your hair. He’s methodical and surprisingly gentle with you. He begins to murmur, soft words in Russian.
Steve never spoke, opting to give you the space to get into the right frame of mind, but Bucky would murmur. Steve had no idea what he was saying, but judging by the tiny smile pulling at the corner of your lips, you didn't mind it as much as he thought you did.
He sits down next to Natasha who was in the process of polishing and sharpening her knives. “What’s he saying?” Steve asks her softly.
Her hands falter on a pass. She looks up at him and shakes her head. “You should ask him, Cap.”
Steve returns his gaze to you. Bucky ties your braid off with a hair tie and pulls you to your feet while Steve watches curiously. He never did understand what Bucky did next.
Bucky hands you a full clip and a knife from his thigh strap. It was always the same knife and always the same clip. He knew because there were words carved into the hilt of the knife and into each individual bullet.
You take them from Bucky solemnly and tuck them into your gear. Bucky grabs you by the waist and pulls you close to lay his forehead on yours, repeating the same word over and over again. Your pinkies link briefly, and Steve watches as you close your eyes and inhale deeply. It only lasts a second, and Steve wouldn't have caught it if he hadn't been staring.
“Навсегда.”
Steve’s heart drops somewhere into his boots. He may not understand the words, but he could feel the meaning behind them. He could taste the electricity in the air, and he hoped, he prayed he was wrong. He didn't think he could deal with it if he wasn’t.
The friendship you and Bucky shared was an intense one. One he envied. He wished for the same closeness with you, but he’d squandered his chance long ago, and was ashamed of it.
Bucky deserved happiness.
Irregardless, the intimacy you shared didn't sit right in his gut. He almost felt like he had intruded on a moment which wasn't meant for other people's eyes.
You moved. Bucky moved. Your actions mirrored each other. His gaze never seemed to stray far from you. You communicated without speaking. He seldom heard you and Bucky utter a word to each other. Yet, somehow, you always knew what the other needed. Bucky was the first person you reached for. The first person you looked for. Steve wouldn’t be surprised if you had feelings for Bucky. Even the lighter moments you shared with his best friend were electric.
But, still, Steve was insanely jealous. He was burning with it, combusting with every seemingly innocent touch.
You and Bucky pull away from each other at the same time and take your seats opposite each other while Steve sighs an internal one of relief.
“Natasha. What was he saying?”
“Leave it alone, Steve.”
He swallows thickly, dropping his gaze into his lap. This was completely out of character for him. He’d only ever been this way with Peggy and didn’t like the feeling one bit.
Natasha takes pity and places her weapons beside her, hiding her sympathy behind her usual mask. She was acutely aware of how in love Steve was you, even if (Y/N) wasn’t. “Forever.”
“What?” Steve asks.
The pity slips through her mask but only a little when she reaches out and grips his hand. “Bucky. He was saying forever.”