kill for you - b.b

22.

"So, we gotta catch up on the intel I missed out on." Bucky cooed into her ear, his hand placed gently onto her cheek. They were sat in her new McLaren, which she'd gone through hell to explain to her father. She'd sold her beloved Jeep, to make room for her McLaren. And used her 'Jeep money' to invest in a fancier car. All her father responded with was a brief, "baker's salary pays well, huh?"

"Well I told you about the plates before we broke up, they were a dead end." She spoke back, feeling his hand graze her hip over her dress. "The only plate that had some sort of significance was found on a different car," his kisses made her voice falter, and it felt good to finally be back, "crime has been relatively low these past few months, I wonder why that could be."

Bucky stopped. His hand still held hers tightly, as he started the car back up. "Losing you was tough, I could barely leave my room. And if I did, I rarely left my office." Nellie loved seeing this side of Bucky — not depressed; but honest and loving with her. "When I said I loved you, I meant it. And I will always mean it. I know we haven't been together for a few months, but I never stopped loving you. Just because I'm a criminal doesn't mean I'm lying to you, doll."

She believed every word of his — and just wanted those lost months back. Sure, Chris was a lovely man and took their breakup with ease and compassion, but what about all the time Bucky spent on his own? She felt a more humane side to Bucky, he wasn't a tough-act with her anymore. If he was honest with himself, he didn't think he could lose her. He gave her money, good sex, love; what more could a 21-year-old girl want? But when he realised he could lose her, it was too late. And now, there's no second chances. He needed to take their relationship more seriously. He hated himself for not realising this sooner.

"How's life been with your dad whilst we were apart?" He asked, parking the car outside of a hotel. He didn't even want to ask if she wanted to go back to his, after hearing how bad it affected her. They stayed in her car for a while, just enjoying the peace together.

"The same. He gets drunk a lot, with the little crime happening, he doesn't have anything to focus on other than alcohol. I wake up early for work, and he's already drinking. Time of day doesn't matter to him." She explained. "Some days he's nice, we talk and laugh, we even make dinner together. But there's nights where I don't want to come home. He screams at me, creating such a horrible environment. And yet I can't seem to leave."

Bucky walked alongside her into the hotel, grabbing their keycards and heading up to their room for the night. Nellie placed her overnight bag onto the bed, collapsing beside it. Bucky let her get comfortable before taking her heels off, throwing them behind him. She giggled, pulling him onto her. There was a brief moment of silence before he kissed her, pouring all of his love into it. It was something he wished he never stopped doing

"Let me take you somewhere, it'll be a surprise." He suggested, pulling her up. She looked up at him with her large, doe eyes and giggled.

"Where might that be, Mr. Barnes?" She challenged, hands on his shoulders and his hands tangled in her hair. There wasn't a sight better than Nellie, she looked straight out of a museum. Her defined cheekbones, her dark as night hair, and eyes as innocent as the day he met her. He really scored.

"I'm not sure yet, I'll figure it out. I promise." His promises weren't to be trusted, she learnt that a few months ago. But she could believe this one. She believed he was truly sorry, that he really loved her, and that he was making it up to her.