This Is Stella's Reality

October 31, 2014

Ducky, can I drop off your costume?

Sure, doll. I'm getting in the shower, but my door is unlocked. You can join me if you want ;)

My face burned, Would love to, but I already have my hair done~

Suit yourself, angel

I slipped into Bucky's room, setting the white box on his bed with the headband on top. My feet slid over to his bathroom door. I poked my head inside. Hot steam rolled across the tiles.

He was standing with his back to me, tossing his shirt into a hamper. My skin burned. I snuck towards him, ghosting my fingertips up his back. He shivered, turning to wrap his arms around me, "Hey, doll. Sure you can't join me?"

I desperately wanted to, Natasha would kill me. She had spent the better part of an hour curling my hair, dusting fine and shimmering gold into my locks of dark brown.

My head shook, "I need to finish getting ready."

His lips pulled into a grin, "You already look beautiful, doll."

I rolled my eyes at him, his smile widened. "Let me know when you're dressed, ducky." I turned to leave, eager to get back to my room before I was more tempted to shower with Bucky. His hand gripped my wrist, spinning me back to him and placed a kiss on my lips. He winked, my stomach did a backflip.

My room was freezing. Well, not really. My costume was just so thin. I was glad Bucky's costume had a jacket; I would definitely be stealing it tonight.

I inspected myself in the mirror. My reflection was surprising to me, an ivory white lingerie top, a short white circle skirt, stockings connected to garters, fluffy angel wings, and a halo headband dangling above the gold glitter in my hair. My heels were killing me already, sacrifices.

My phone buzzed from my bed. It was Bucky, "If you're dressed like an angel, we may not make it to the party, darling."

Lightning shot through my nerves. My phone vibrated again, "My room, now." Anxiety was drumming in my ears.

My feet moved down the hall to his room, unthinking and possessed by his domination. I opened the handle of his bedroom door, and air left my lungs.

Bucky stood, facing away from me. He was wearing his costume. The curls of his hair buried the demon horns that rose from his headband, and his broad shoulders fit snugly into his black suit.

The clicked shut. He didn't turn to me. His fingers were clasping his cufflinks, gold like the glitter in my hair. When he spoke, his voice was dark, "You drive me insane." Evening sun shone through his curtains, haloing above the horns on his head.

I swallowed, not speaking. He turned, looking at me for the first time, and his eyes flashed with something I couldn't read. His jaw clenched as he took a step forward. "Really insane," he breathed.

He cornered me against the wall. His pupils were wide, swallowing the blue of his eyes in hungry black holes. He looked handsome, dangerously charming in the all black suit that hugged his frame. His curly hair made my head spin, the devilish horns on top not helping.

His lips pulled into a smirk, basking in my silence. His fingers rested under my chin and brought my head up, forcing my eyes to his. "You look stunning, angel," his voice was a whisper. His tongue poked the inside of his cheek, "How long until the party?"

"An hour," I sounded more feeble than I would have liked.

His lips crashed down to mine, and he gripped my hips roughly. My make up would need to be reapplied. A worry for later. He pulled a breath away, "Did you dress like this hoping to see me angry?" Maybe. We kissed again. "Wishing for me to be jealous?" Maybe. His lips were rough on mine. "To see me possessive when other men approach you?" Maybe.