And The Games Begin
(Three days later)
I sat on the edge of my bed with my phone in hand. I bit my lip and got up and put on the pair of shorts Nat had brought up, along with a loose tank top. I thumbed in a message into my phone. It was 6:30 pm.
“Where is everyone?” I asked Natasha via text.
“A bunch of the guys are on a mission. I’m sick so I’m taking a break from that stuff.” She responded.
“Who exactly is still here?” I asked.
“You, me, Potts, and Clint.” She responded. “The others should be getting back around 10 tonight.”
“Excellent,” I responded and opened my door and headed to the elevator. I pushed the button for the dining room and kitchens and common room in general. I got down in there and found a box of chocolate cookies and brought them into the couch room. I turned on the fireplace and pulled a book off the shelf. I got lost in the book, it was a joyride of a tome. I got thirsty so I walked into the kitchen to get a diet coke, and I saw Bucky. I lost my hold on the book and I fumbled for it. Bucky turned around to see me scrambling for the book. His arm shot out and caught it by the cover.
“Oh, um, thanks…” I said stupidly.
“No problem,” He says, and stands up straight, and hands me the book. I suddenly was extremely conscious of how low my tank top hung on me, and my shorts barely passed my underwear.
“How are you doing?” I asked after a short silence.
“Ok, you?” He asked back.
“Ok. I thought you were on a mission,” I said, and Bucky shook his head.
“Nah, I decided I didn’t want to this time. I’ve been a little off of late,” He said and trailed head turned to the fridge.
“Fair,” I replied weekly. I wished he knew, how I’d thought of his weight on top of me instead of the awkward weightlessness of fucking the knotting vibrator. It got the job done, but it didn’t compare to the intense feeling of the organic dick.
I wasn’t pleased with the situation. I just wanted to act normal. I just had to have been manhandled as he threw me into the car. I figured out a day ago that was what had to have set off the heat. I’d been so close to his scent, it’s a wonder I didn’t send him into a rut.
But what If I had? It’s not like I could have known, I was holed up in my room for three days with only the knotting vibrator for company. Also, an Alpha’s rut is more manageable than one of my heats. I always put them off so much It always is intense and explosive.
I decided to see if I could gather clues. He held himself a little taller, but that could just be my imagination. I couldn’t smell anything on him out of the ordinary- wait, no, there was something different it was- a little bit sharp smelling, maybe- oh yeah, my ex smelled like that when he’d finished with a rut. That might not be completely solid evidence, though.
I returned to the couch once I’d gotten my coke, and pulled out my phone.
“You lied. Bucky’s here.” I sent her and Natasha almost immediately started to reply.
“Yeah, but he just asked us all to leave him alone for a few days. He kinda quarantined himself. I just figured it was nerves of having someone he didn’t know all that well living in the tower, but just a theory.” She replied. I smiled. He had started a rut. Ha-ha nail-bitingly nerves me, he did go into a rut, it was likely me who set him off.
“Ok. Lies just piss me off is all. Thanks for the explanation,” I sent back.
“That’s fair,” she sent, and then, radio silence. I sat back in the chair and drank my coke, ate my cookies, and read.
Maybe fifteen minutes later, an amazing smell wafted from the kitchen. It smelled like chocolate or something, but whatever it was, I wanted to check it out. I got up and set down the book and food. I walked quietly to the entrance, an arched doorless portal, and peaked inside. Bucky was sitting on the counter next to the stove and the stove was on. He was watching his phone, one headphone in. He laughed occasionally and smirked sometimes. He looked up and saw me looking in.
“Hey,” He said and patted the counter next to him. I walked over and hopped up onto the counter with him.
“Hey,” I replied. Bucky sighed.
“Are we going to keep edging around this or…?” Bucky trialed off. I looked over at him. This was too good to be true!
“I was hoping you’d bring that up,” I said and bumped Bucky’s arm with mine. I got up onto my knees because I was smaller than him, and kissed him, and caught him by surprise. I immediately smelled arousal on him, and sequential arousal nearly spilled from my neck and womanhood. His hands clasped my waist and dragged me onto his lap. I arch my back, the energy in my body wanting to be released. One of Bucky’s hands moves away from me and I whine at the action, but I open my eyes and Bucky was turning off the stove. Always thinking about not burning down Tony’s kitchen and what not.
“My room?” Bucky asked breathlessly.
“I’d be happy right here.” I purred and he growled, his eyes were on fire with lust.
“I want to be the only one who can see, hear, or smell you. And that doesn't work if there is a camera pointing at us,” he growls and I squeal as he slides off the counter and sets me down on my own two feet. I almost fall, my knees had turned to jelly.
“Oh, my goAH!” I squeak as he pinched my ass so I would walk quicker. I scamper ahead of him and we dodge into the elevator. The elevator door closes and Bucky violently pushes the button for his floor and turns back to me.
His eyes were dark with lust, and I whimpered purely at the look and the I-take-what-I-want way he’s standing, and it’s a wonder I haven’t made more noise. He holds me by the waist, and almost like he’s teasing me, kisses me, deep into my mouth and I moan and he breaks away and chuckled darkly.
As he kissed me more, harder, I realized, oh shit, I need air to live, so I broke away from the kiss and throw back my head and breath deeply. Bucky smells like pine and coffee, and god it is so amazing. I just want to find where he is making such an enticing smell and mark it until it is all mine.
Bucky’s mouth was giving my scent glands a bit off attention, sucking at my skin, I felt a hickey forming and I almost screamed, but I bit down on my thumb so no one would hear. I bucked my hips against his and I feel a raging erection and I feel so delighted, it's insane. I heard him groan from the friction, so naturally, I kept doing it. A dinging noise startled me. I pushed Bucky back and ran my nails through my hair so it didn’t look like so disheveled, and striated my shirt. Bucky shifted his weight and clothes to hide his boner, but he could only do so much. I walked out and looked both ways. Bucky came up behind me and rested his muscular upper arm on my shoulder and pointed toward a door. I felt his dick poke me and I jumped because I wasn’t expecting it.
I spun out of his arms and briskly walked to his bedroom, and the games began.