Part II: New World

Jane gives up on trying to untangle her hair with the brush and leaves it aside, starting to do it with her fingers. She looks at her reflection in the mirror, trying to resist the urge to turn to look at Bucky. The man was still sitting on the bed, loading the gun for what felt the hundredth time, he had been doing it before she entered the bathroom and afterwards, while she dressed, never lifting his gaze or paying attention to his surroundings at all.

He empties the barrel of the gun and repeats, and when Jane realises he’s trying to do it more quickly her lips quirk upwards, the faint hint of an endearing smile that she tries to suppress when Bucky catches her staring at him. She looks at her hands then, now making fists as she tries to keep her composure, because after leaving the bar she hadn’t being able to calm the turmoil going inside of her. She remembers the kiss he left on her skin after he helped her get out of her dress and immediately feels the familiar pang of arousal bloom at the pit of her stomach. The first time she ever felt that way had been because of Bucky too, and she wouldn’t hold it against him or punish herself for feeling that way anymore. Like there was no better place than with him.

It was the way same way she felt in his arms the night before, and as they swayed slowly in the middle of the dance floor. Or as she sat next to him in an old couch back in Arcadia, sharing a bottle of bourbon and talking about what their lives would be without knowing it wouldn’t be nothing like it. When she admitted to him – and to herself – that she wanted to take him to Maraud, she wanted to go with him and stay together. Because Jane knew, even then, that she would never find any of that anywhere else but with Bucky.

Jane looks up at Bucky’s reflection in the mirror again, the warm lighting of the room bathing his broad shoulders, his arms and hands moving quickly as he handles the gun with precision. His left leg is elevated, foot flat on the mattress and bent at the knee while his right leg lay extended. He doesn’t seem to notice her gaze on him, so Jane lets her eyes linger on him a bit longer, drinking the sight of Bucky in the middle of the bed, his back against the bedframe as if he is waiting for Jane to join him. She bites the inside of her cheek as the warmth spreads from her stomach to her toes, now impossible to ignore but she goes back to try and untangled the curls of her hair with her fingers.

The room is silent except for the sound of the gun being cocked, outside only the waves crashing against the shore and the strong breeze against the palm trees. It had stopped raining but she could still hear the thunder in the distance. The clicking sound of the gun stops and she looks at Bucky’s reflection in the mirror. He’s looking at her now, not her reflection in the mirror but at her, lips parted as if he wants to say something, a small frown crosses his features and Jane straightens turning to him, but then Bucky disappears inside his head, looking back at the task in his hands.

And the room goes silent again, only this time the silence is not as peaceful as before. 

She rubs her hands anxiously as she looks in Bucky’s direction. Bucky, who has already gone back to focus his entire attention at the gun, or at least he’s doing a good job at pretending to. For a second there, Jane thought Bucky would… She had no idea what to think of him at that moment. All she can think of is how she wants to tell Bucky how he makes her feel, how even though he doesn’t seem to think much of himself she does.

That she would be happy with him. 

Because she undeniably wanted him, and right now seemed to be the only time she could say it, but then her words get stuck in her throat as she looks back at him again.

She is thankful that her feet move, the rug is cold under her toes, the wooded floor underneath creaking under her feet as she makes her way to the bed. The sleep dress’ thin fabric not really covering from the cold, even though the air started feeling warm a while ago. 

Bucky lifts his gaze to find Jane making her way to the bed slowly, cautiously like he’s a caged animal she doesn’t want to startle. A minute ago, he had been meaning to ask what was going through her mind, Jane looked lost in though, worried even, he needed to know. He cared for her after all, she knew that by now. Not only that but by now, he was sure that he had stupidly fallen in love with her. He remembers the stolen kiss. Just a press of his lips on her skin because he couldn’t resist, Jane had melted under him but kept still like she didn’t know if she wanted more just yet. And then he had ran away like the fucking idiot he was.

The pijamas she was wearing clinging to her shape, the satin fabric too thin to be providing her with any warmth, and Bucky licks his lips not knowing if he should stare so shamelessly, but his mind starts running a hundred miles an hour, and he ends up wondering if she’s wearing anything at all underneath it, his fingers twitch and he remembers the gun in his hand. Jane reaches for it, and he frowns as she takes it, placing it on the nightstand. Bucky’s eyes follow the action, before he feels the mattress sink with the weight of Jane, who is kneeling next to him.

She looks like she wants to say something, so Bucky stays silent while she gathers her thoughts. 

“What I said…” She says finally, voice barely above a whisper, “About taking you to Maraud”

Bucky notices she is twisting her fingers nervously, and when Jane sees him staring she reaches for him, stopping when he tenses. He apologises quietly and Jane offers a small smile, cupping his jaw softly with one hand when he finally lets her in his space. He leans into her touch no longer wanting to deny himself of what he had craved for way too long, the touch of not any woman, but only Jane’s.

“I want to go with you, Bucky”

Her tone is firm, and is only when she sees the shock in his face that she bites her bottom lip nervously. She starts moving her hand away and he catches it. He feels dazed, not fully understanding what’s happening, what she is saying. And when he looks at her he realises he had asked it out loud. Jane leans in slowly, the tip of her nose brushing against his, until their foreheads join. 

The voice inside his head that had told him for so long that he got it all wrong, disappears into the background when he looks into Jane’s eyes, and his senses become drowned by all of her. Her soft touch on him, her sweet smell and her warmth surround him, and he knows that what she wants is what he needs. 

“Let me” Jane whispers against his lips, almost pleading.

Let me kiss you. Let me touch you. Let me in.

He cups her cheek, his thumb moving across her bottom lip, already red from bitting. Jane closes her eyes leaning into it, letting out a shaky breath she didn’t know she had been holding. 

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

Jane feels Bucky’s warm, big hand on her waist as he pulls her closer to him slowly, but his hold is loose enough so she could move away if she wanted.

“Jane” He says her name softly.

She nods, “Yes”

So Bucky kisses her. A small, soft peck that lasts enough for her to feel it, but not enough. Before he can fully pull back, Jane hold his face and dives in for more. He is taken aback, but takes no time to respond, gliding his lips over her, deep and slow, before pulling her into his lap, where Jane folds on top of him perfectly, like she belongs there.

His hands move from her waist down to her tights and up again, and Jane flushes her chest against his, enjoying the sensation of finally having a Bucky’s pressed against hers. His hand slithers under her camisole and he caresses the skin of her abdomen with calloused fingers, sending shivers down her spine, the hairs on the back of his neck rising, and Jane whimpers inside the kiss, fisting his shirt tightly. When they break apart is only for air, panting into each others lips as Bucky’s hand rests below her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek as their breaths mingled.

"Is this..." He asks breathless.

She nods. Her hands leave his space, and she reaches for the hem of her camisole before pulling it over her head, so she’s completely nude on top of him.

"I want you" She whispers.

And their lips meet again in a more passionate and demanding kiss. Bucky rolls them on the bed, pinning Jane against the matters before breaking the kiss briefly, she looks up at him with big honey brown eyes, pupils blown as he pulls from his shirt and discards it somewhere across the room, he hesitates as he hooks his fingers on the hem of his pants, and when he looks at Jane she bites her bottom lip and looks at him with eager eyes. A small smile pulls from his lips and he leans in and joins their lips again, pulling from his pants and kicking them off before accommodates between Jane’s legs. Her hands roam across his naked shoulders and then his back slowly, like she wants to memorise the feeling of him, and he lets her explore his body knowing that is her first time being in bed with someone like this. He nuzzles her cheek, leaving a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

“Don’t stop” Jane whispers.

Bucky licks his lips before he kisses hers again. She makes fists so she doesn’t scratch him as she pulls him closer, her nails dig into her palms as Bucky licks her mouth open and she can’t stop herself from moaning and mewling anymore.

Bucky feels himself grow harder as Jane moans under him, her tongue warm against his as the kiss becomes more desperate, tongues gliding over one and other as a haze settles over the two. He pulls back when he feels her knuckles on his shoulder, and a whine escapes Jane’s lips when he does, her lips searching for his’. He reaches for one of her hands and opens the palm, looking at the small crescent moon-like marks. He takes Jane’s hand to his lips, and she feels the need to apologise, but when Bucky kisses her palms she doesn’t, swallowing tightly as she bites her bottom.

“’ts okay” He whispers, kissing her palms again, “It’s okay, Jane, let go” 

Jane doesn’t say anything, staring at him with a glint in her eyes as he sits on his knees on the bed. Her red lips parted slightly, a crimson blush spreading through her cheeks and neck, her nude body laid out all for him. Bucky runs a hand through his hair, already sweaty and messy, as he drinks the sight infront of him. 

Feet planted on the bed and her knees slightly apart, Jane doesn't know if to spread herself more because he's doing nothing but stare, the blue of his eyes almost gone as his pupils are fully blown with need and want. Jane straightens slightly, before she looks him in the eyes first and then her eyes fall down, where his cock is standing proudly and leaking against his abdomen, heavy balls hanging under it wanting release. Bucky swallows audibly, and Jane looks at him, her hand reaching for his erection. He groans lowly when her hand circles his cock, he won’t last too long much less with Jane touching him.

Bucky’s cock pulses in her hand, hot and heavy as she squeezes experimentally. It's veiny but it feels smooth when she strokes it, and the head is flushed now that he's hard – a deep shade of pink that looks similar to his kiss-swollen lips – Jane runs her thumb across the head and Bucky hisses. 

“If you keep touching me…” Bucky says, looking at her almost apologetically. 

Jane blushes crimson, and then nods releasing him, her hand traveling upwards his navel, abdomen and chest, where his heart is pounding against his ribcage, before she rests her hand one the back of his neck and pulls him in to kiss his lips.

She fits under him perfectly, he realises as she lays on the bed again taking him with her. She feels herself grow wet when Bucky’s right hand moves from her knee to caress the inside of her tight, and then lower. When Bucky pulls away from her lips, he gives a quick peck before his lips start trailing down her neck, her abdomen and belly button, one hand on her hip as the other rests on her knee. Jane lets a shaky breath out, and he looks at her as she spreads her knees apart for him.

Bucky licks his lips panting heavily, he can hear her breathing accelerate, gasping softly as she feels his mouth against the inside of her tight, and then his nose brushing her clit. He waits, not wanting to tease but let her know what he is about to do, hot breath against her core. He sees Jane grip the sheets, before he dips his tongue into her wet heat, lapping from her entrance to her clit slowly, savouring her taste. Bucky keeps his licks heavy, lazy, and deliberate, running his tongue up and over her slit, earning him a gasp of his name. Jane arches on the bed, hands gripping the sheets tighter, before Bucky pulls back, licking his lips and wiping his mouth with the back of his free hand.

Jane breathes hard and heavy, and tries closing her tights when she feels a wetness dribbling down onto the mattress, but he stops her, warm hands on her knees spreading her open again. He drags her towards him, her back rubbing against the sheets, and he is holding her hips until they are flushed against his, he runs his hands up and down her tights. 

"Jane" he says, and his voice is like syrup, "Jane are you with me?"

She looks at him with dazy eyes, and reaches for him to move a strand of his thick black hair out of the way, and then resting her hand on his chest.

Jane smiles softly, "I'm all with you"

Bucky is staring at her, his eyes locked with her own, and there is no pain in them anymore, not like the first time she stared long enough to realised there was any. And Jane would like, from that moment and on, to think it was solely because of her. Because they were together. She pulls him in and kisses him, tasting herself on his tongue. Clumsly at first, as they move on the bed at the same time, Bucky’s body hot and sweaty against Jane’s. The kiss becomes heavier as they find the perfect position for their bodies to move against eachother, she circles his waist with her legs as one of his arms circles her waist and the other one finds its way to the bed frame, where Jane had found herself holding onto.

How he had lasted so long he doesn't know.

He pulls back and kisses her cheek, right on her beauty mark, before he reaches between their bodies for his cock, Jane’s hand hold onto his shoulder and he aligns his cock towards her entrance. A gasp leaves her lips when he pushes the head in, like she's surprised, but not like it hurts and before he can say anything, she spreads her legs more, her knees further apart to take more of him. He wants to thrust inside of her, feel her wrap around him until she comes undone under him. 

“Jane…”

"Yes, Bucky, yes"

Jane doesn't want to close her eyes, she doesn't want to stare at the ceiling as he pushes inside of her inch by inch. So she makes Bucky look at her. She almost regrets it, because her cheeks burn and her eyes sting from the tears, not from pain, she's... Overwhelmed. It's so intimate, having someone this close to her, inside of her as her body opens to accommodate him, getting used to the intrusion. He stops and wipes a strand of hair off her face, kissing her forehead and nose and lips with a delicacy she's never noticed on him before. He groans, still not all the way inside of her, and she knows he's struggling not to thrust, he keeps one hand around the bedframe to balance himself while his other hand held onto her hip. 

Bucky pushes in, inch by inch as slowly as her body allows him to. He doesn’t want to hurt her, but Jane is untouched, he knows it will hurt even if he entered slowly, the least he could do was to make her forget about it afterwards. And when he's finally fully inside of her, Bucky lets out a sound from deep in his chest, and hides his head in the crook of her neck. Jane can feel her body welcoming him, the sting of the virginity loss purely physical, she had been ready for it, for him for a while now.

She kisses him, tongues meeting before she pulls back and nods, body begging to go ahead and take what she is offering, what she’s been wanting for him to give her. The first thrust takes a whimper out of her but she asks him to keep going, it's nothing more but a sting that's fading, it doesn't hurt, she doesn’t know if she keeps telling herself that because she thought it was suppose to. He thrusts slowly into her, and Jane doesn’t even realise he’s touching her there again, until he pulls back to look at her. His fingers move against her nub persistently, and it’s too much combined with the thrust of his hips. Jane pulls him in and in and in... And when she's writhing and arching under him he lets his pride get the best of him as he remembers he's the first one to make her feel what she's feeling, to be the first man to ever touch that spot inside of her that makes her moan like that.

“Bucky, Bucky”

Jane’s body arches beautifully against him, her breasts flushed against his chest and her knuckles white as she grips the sheets so hard he thinks she's going to rip the off the bedding. Jane, who had been mostly silent, lets out a high pitched moan, panting heavily as her first orgasm takes her by surprise, and is when her body contracts around him that he pulls out of her, just in time to come all over her stomach, letting a gutural sound out as he pumps himself a few times, milking his cock until the last drop.

Bucky doesn't sleep more than two hours.

He wakes up to the sound of heavy rain falling upon the colony and finds himself staring at the ceiling and listening to the water against the ceiling, even with the curtains drawn he can see thunder striking outside and lighting up the skies. He isn't sure how Jane sleeps through it, but when he turns to her he finds her sound asleep, breathing softly and rhythmically next to him. She is covered by the thick blanket and nothing more. He closes his eyes listening as she breaths softly against his ear, one of her arms under the pillow she is laying on and the other across his chest. Jane had whispered that she wanted to feel his heartbeat before she fell asleep, he wasn’t sure if she realised she had said it out loud but when he looked at her she was struggling to keep her eyes open, so he didn’t ask, instead letting her drift away. 

He sits on the bed slowly, quietly as possible to not wake her up but knowing that if she could sleep thought a storm like that him making a bit of noise wouldn't bother her. He runs a hand through his face and rests it the back of his neck, glancing once again at the naked woman next to him. Jane Foster. Beautiful, smart, funny, witty and caring, sweet and kind, and most importantly his. To protect, to love. He swallows, remembering that he hadn’t told her. Jane had done most of the talking, the little there was, and he looks at her again before leaning in to leave a kiss next to her ear.

There is a knock on the door then. Jane stirs in her sleep but doesn't wake up, so he stands from the bed as quietly and fast as he can, glancing at the clock in the nightstand.

4:32 a.m.

The wood creaks under his feet when he leans to pick up the shirt long discarded, and he turns to see if Jane has woken up, letting out a relief sight when he finds her still asleep. He puts his shirt on never minding the shoes. Another knock and he grunts, reaching for the door. 

“What is it?” 

Claire offers him an apologetic smile, and he glances at Jane before stepping outside of the room leaving the door ajar. 

“I’m sorry to wake you up but-“

“What is it?” He asks again, arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

Claire opens and closes her mouth, she frowns looking at him up and down, before she looks behind him. Bucky shifts his weight from one feet to another, as if he knew that she could see Jane laying on the bed, or maybe read his mind. But even when Claire seems to understand what is happening, she doesn’t say anything, instead clearing her throat and offering an apologetic look.

"There is someone looking for you"

Bucky scowls, “Who?” He licks his lips.

"A friend?” She adds, “Someone you were looking for?”

Steve. His mind supplies.

Claire says, “I was asked to tell you to go to the bar but-”

He doesn’t let her finish, instead walking towards the bar despite his feet being naked and Claire telling him to wait for her. If Steve had heard about someone looking for him, that it was Bucky, and had found his way to him somehow. Maybe after all this years he had been looking for Bucky too.

But hope shatters like glass when he reaches the room and he doesn’t see anyone familiar. Instead there are two men, dressed in all black and faces covered by masks, Shadow Men. He freezes on his spot, throwing a glare at them before Claire puts a hand on his arm.

“I was trying to tell you…” She says breathless.

Claire also seems upset about the Shadow Men in her hotel. Bucky doesn’t say anything, instead looking at the scene, because the men are blocking the glass door that gives way to the lobby, like they wouldn’t want him to try to leave.

And then there’s the woman. Who looks at him from head to toe, before she stretches her hand toward him.

“I’m Darcy Lewis”