You're My Mission

The gathering only lasted for another round of drinks. Sam had become too intoxicated and Natasha helped him to his bedroom before saying that she was calling it a night as well. I think Steve spotted my longing gaze at Bucky and stated that we could leave too, claiming that he wanted to drink alone with his thoughts anyway. Not wanting to pass up the offer, I bid him goodnight and grabbed Bucky’s hand to drag him to my bedroom. I shoved him in the room and closed the door before spinning around and looping him in my arms.

“What’s the rush?” Bucky managed to ask before I kept him quiet with my lips. While guiding him backwards towards my bed, I hastily pulled off his shirt and then reached for the button on his jeans. Bucky’s hands left the small of my back to stop my actions and I withdrew from our kiss. “You’re drunk.”

“No I’m not,” I replied with a slight shrug. He didn’t let go of my hands. “I had, what, three glasses, I’m only tipsy. Besides, we’re adults, you can hardly use that as an excuse. I know exactly what I’m instigating here and I’m not going to regret it.” Bucky raised my hands to his lips and kissed my knuckles.

“After all you’ve done for me… I don’t want to take advantage of you,” he whispered. His grip had softened so I slipped my hands out and slowly trailed them down his chest, adoring the bumps of his muscles as I worked my way back down to his jeans.

“You won’t be,” I said to try to reassure him. I hadn’t expected Bucky to be nervous like this; I had anticipated a thrillingly confident aura instead. He tensed as I passed his bellybutton and this time he allowed me to undo his jeans. “Not only have I wanted to do this for a while but… I swear, no woman could resist you in that damn uniform.”

“It was the uniform?” Bucky chuckled while he stepped out of his pants.

“You’re irresistible,” I grinned before pushing him onto the bed.

Bucky remained still, seemingly dazed from my actions, so I took the time to pull my shirt over my head. I watched as his eyes trailed down my chest and abdomen, then I began sliding my pants off at a leisurely pace that made a low groan rumble in the back of Bucky’s throat. Unable to stop myself from smirking, I crawled on top of him, not making it very far before his hands forcefully pulled me down onto his heated body.

Our lips collided with lust, our hands groped at unfamiliar territories, and Bucky’s cold metal arm sent a shiver down my spine as he reached to unhook my bra. The cool arm snaked around my waist before he effortlessly rolled us over, snatching my bra from my chest and pressing his hips urgently against mine. Bucky peppered pecks down my neck and I arched my body into him and moaned, succumbing to his fervent touch. Desperate for more of him, I tugged at his boxers.

Bucky shed them, and I began to wonder exactly which muscles had been enhanced by his super soldier serum. Distracted, I hardly noticed his fingertips tracing down the sides of my legs as he removed the last item of clothing on me. Coming to my senses, I shifted away towards my bedside table, but Bucky didn’t want me to stray. He lunged after me, his hands caressing me all over and making me giggle at how eager he had become. Bucky pinned me with his weight just as I reached the table and I almost gave in to his lips. Instead I forced him to divert some of his attention to the small square wrapper in my hand.

“These were invented back in your day, right?” I breathed nervously once it sunk in that he might be clueless.

“Yeah, of course. They gave me a whole box when I was deployed,” Bucky replied while he took the packet from my fingertips and then proceeded to repeat an action I realised he must have done plenty of times before.

“So you’re telling me you went overseas to make love, not war?” I teased. Bucky shifted us over a little and lowered my head onto a pillow, his face an inch from mine as his ardent blue eyes stared deeply at me.

“Want me to show you which one I’m better at making?” he asked huskily before I melted into his fiery kiss. Keeping in mind that he was excellent at fighting in wars, I couldn’t help but anticipate what was to come.

Tired of Bucky’s teasing, I sunk my fingernails into his hips and pulled him in. Bucky grunted and his flesh arm quivered for a moment. I guided him back into another kiss and he regained focus, starting his thrusts at a comfortable rhythm for the both of us. It was easy to become lost in a sea of pleasure, waves of ecstasy pulsing through me as I finally got to connect with Bucky in such an intimate way. He interrupted the moment by clasping his hand across my mouth, catching my attention before he changed his forceful touch to simply pressing a single finger across my lips.

“Shh, don’t wake the others,” he whispered with a grin of delight. I bit my lip and tried to divert some of my concentration onto keeping quiet, but Bucky crashed his hips urgently against mine. My head rolled back as I cried out uncontrollably. Bucky responded positively, keeping his new pace and kissing me deeply in attempt to hush my noises. A part of me became determined to not let him win the race, and I slipped a hand between us to further heighten my own senses. Bucky was initially intrigued by my boldness, but soon realised that it made us both winners.

I soon found myself in an overwhelming ripple of ecstasy. Pure euphoria shook my body as I grasped Bucky’s torso to mine. I lost my connection with the present for an unknown amount of time, but when I returned it was because Bucky was capturing my lips in the sweetest, softest kisses. Trying to not smile at his charm, I slid my hands over his shoulders and cupped his sharp jawline, feeling as though we were sharing our bliss with each other.

Breathless, we pulled away from each other. Bucky left the bed but came back after a few moments, tumbling back onto the sheets and tangling his limbs with mine. My head was cradled into his sweaty, smooth chest but his natural scent was wonderfully attractive and I placed a couple of kisses on his skin while Bucky’s hands roamed across the crevices of my back. I was drifting off to sleep, lulled by the relaxing motions on my back, when Bucky slipped his hand lower and in between my thighs. My entire body perked up as I gasped, lifting my head and meeting his eyes that were well and truly alive with passion. Despite having felt satisfied, the lust in his following kiss aroused the feelings we had just suppressed, and I eased into his touch.

“You know, Jennifer, that was the best sex I’ve had in seventy years,” Bucky muttered into my neck. I chuckled at the remark before pushing his shoulder down, tilting him onto his back so I could roll on top.

“We can make it a lot better than that,” I promised, determined to raise the bar.