This Is Stella's Reality

April 1, 2015 PT. 2

He stopped. Bucky sat up, trying to hide a grin that wavered over his lips. He stood and stretched, moving back to the bathroom as he had started to do before our tussle.

I stared up at the ceiling. My lips opened and closed, but shock prevented me from speaking. Brat, I thought.

My feet moved to follow him into the bathroom. He was turning the water on in the shower. I pushed him in, and he laughed as I crowded him against the wall.

Warm water pounded over us, and I scowled at him. He looked at me innocently, "Happy April Fool's."

I grabbed the sides of his face and crashed our lips together. He laughed, but complied, holding my hips and bringing my leg around his waist.

"Sorry, doll," he mumbled, "I couldn't resist." My weight rested in his hands as he moved his lips over my chest, kissing my collarbone and biting on the chain of his dog tags that hung around me.

"You'd better be sorry," I said to him. He grinned at that, and I was sad to look down and see the stickers on his arm dissolving under the water.

I opened my mouth again to comment on it, but he silenced me by licking his tongue just under my ear. Goosebumps rose over my skin despite the hot water that cascaded over us.

He adjusted my weight in his hands and slowly slid his dick into me. I gasped and let my head rest against his broad shoulders. One hand guided my hips while the other held me close to him.

My lips left trembling kisses over his wet skin as he moved us together. He nudged my face to his and captured my lips in a deep kiss. His tongue found its usual place in my mouth, and a satisfied hum vibrated through him.

You're my masterpiece, wife, Bucky thought loudly. I shivered, and a smile grew on my face.

My fingers clutched him closer to me, and gently, I pulled the hair on the back of his head. And you are mine, husband.

His pace quickened after that, and whether from the water or my desires alone, heat rose through me faster than usual. I came quickly as Bucky held my hips firm so I wouldn't fall from his arms. He followed soon after, his chest heaving and ghosting his breath over my face.

We stood under the hot water for a moment. My legs felt useless, and Bucky seemed to know already. He set me down on the shelf in the wall, petting my hair and silently moving to lather shampoo through my scalp.

He looked down at me with softness in his eyes. Our flowery soaps filled my senses with visions of that wildflower field. I gazed up at him, "When do you want to elope?"

A spark entered his thoughts. He was excited to talk about this. It made my heart swell. "I was thinking," he began gently. "What if we did it on June 15. The anniversary of the day we met." The light in his eyes sent butterflies raging in my ribcage.

I smiled up at him as he poured water down my hair. "I think that's a beautiful idea." My fingers traced the lines of his abdomen. "You're such a romantic, Sarge." My voice was light as air and teasing; it made his eyes roll, and he looked away from me.

June 15. The day Bucky and I had met. It felt like a lifetime ago.

He needs a friend, someone other than me. I think you'll get along. Steve had known we'd end up like this. He knew Bucky like the back of his hand. It didn't take a psychic to see this coming.

Bucky had so easily reached for my hand. Pleasure to meet you, doll. Doll. That nickname still made my heart skip a beat.

I remember thinking how handsome he was. The way his hair fell into his face, the gentle grasp on my hand. He had given my fingers a soft squeeze before releasing me.

Our breakfast and the start of that cat and mouse game we had played. I smiled at the memory.

An angel offered me her hand this morning. Of course I'm going to flirt with her.

The beginning of it all. The day it had all begun. The man that always made me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

I looked up to Bucky again. The ghost of a smile still lingered on his face. His eyes were focused on smoothing conditioner through the locks of my hair.

"June 15," I said softly. He glanced at my eyes. I saw our future together in those crystal balls of his irises. "We'll be married on June 15."