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Christmas Party | Tower
Bucked walked over to the bar with a spring in his step, which didn’t go unnoticed by Natasha. She narrowed her eyes at him and slid a glass of whiskey in front of him.
“Thanks, Nat.” He turned his back to the bar and took a long swig of the amber liquid, letting it warm his throat.
“You look pretty cheerful for someone who doesn’t like parties.”
Bucky didn’t reply, his eyes landed on you. A cocky grin spread across his lips as he watched you leave the room he had just left. Your hair was a mess and you fidgeted with the hem of your dress, trying to yank it down so it would cover your thighs.
He tugged his bottom lip between his teeth, watching with an amused look on his face as you stumbled slightly and regained your balance. His brain replayed the events of the past twenty minutes. If he focused hard enough he could still hear your breathless moans and feel your hot breath on his neck.
“Is that lipstick on your collar?” Natasha leaned across the bar and caught his collar, examining the reddish smudge on the perfectly white lapel.
Bucky turned to face her and swatted her hand away. “Mind your own business, Romanoff.”
“Oh, so you call me by my last name now.” She quirked a brow at him. “You can’t hide anything from me. I’m like Santa, I know when you’ve been a bad boy and that lipstick...” She tutted for good measure. “You’ve been a really bad boy. The question is: Who is that unfortunate lady?”
Bucky glared at her through narrowed eyes. She held his stare, a knowing smirk tilting her lips. She never lost a staring contest in her life and Bucky was stubborn enough to challenge her. She was the dorky Black Widow and he was the clumsy Winter Soldier, these two could have gone on forever.
“Save my time and yours and just tell me, Barnes.”
“You wish.” Bucky replied with a dry laugh.
Bucky really believed he was going to win, but then he heard you laugh and it was like an injection of happiness into his veins. He broke eye contact first, it was just for a second, but it was enough. Natasha gasped out loud as realisation hit her.
“You and Y/n?!”
“What? No!” Bucky lied, avoiding her eyes, making him look even guiltier.
“Oh, my God! You’re an even worse liar than Steve.” She leaned closer to him. “Is it serious or are you just releasing tension together?”
“We haven’t talked about it yet, but I’d like to make things official,” Bucky admitted, scratching the back of his neck. “We release tension a lot, but... I don’t know if she wants to be with me.”
Natasha made a noise of agreement before she straightened up and took a deep breath. “Well, there’s only one way to find out.”
She gave him a little wink and made her way over to you. Bucky turned back in his seat, whispering loudly at Natasha.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing exactly?” When she only smirked and didn’t acknowledge his question, a wave of panic crashed over him. “Nat? No, don’t do that! For fuck’s sake.”
He watched with a horrified look on his face as Natasha put a hand on your shoulder, making you turn around. He couldn’t hear anything, but he saw your eyes widening. Bucky felt like he was going to faint and he suddenly understood how Stevie must have felt back in the 40s.
When you looked in his direction, Bucky turned around to face the bar, avoiding your eyes. He drained the remaining whiskey, tapping his foot nervously. He cursed his fast metabolism and reached for the bottle.
“Hey,” you said, sliding onto the stool next to him. “So, uh-”
“I don’t know what Natasha told you,” he cut you off, “but I love you and I want everyone to know because when you find the love of your life you don’t want to fuck them in a closet and pretend like you don’t know each other two minutes later.”
“Buck-”
“If it’s not what you want, I understand,” he interrupted you again. “But we have a nice chemistry, don’t you think? I mean... the sex is amazing.”
“Bucky, can you let-”
“I know I’m not the easiest man to love. Things are complicated and I’m still going through a lot... But you bring out the best in me and-”
“JAMES!” you shouted loud enough to get his attention. A few people were looking at you now. “God, just shut up.” You grabbed him by the lapels of his vest and crashed your lips against his.
Swallowing his surprised gasp, you let your tongue slip into his mouth, sliding it across his. He pulled you closer and returned the kiss with everything he had. After a moment he pulled his mouth away from yours and rested his forehead against your own.
“I love y-”
He didn’t let you speak, his lips were already back on yours. You let out a small groan, trying to speak against his mouth, but it only made him grin.