Shooting my Shot (Bucky One-shots)

Bodyguard

Summary: as a princess, you're tired of following the rules. So you do the one thing that you know no one would approve of. You hook up with your guard.

Warnings: language, 40s style Bucky, and some spice *adds in sparkles* lots of spice

Length: 1.5k

Notes: Bucky is a "leg(s) over the shoulder" and "you won't be walking straight later" kind of guy, and you can't convince me otherwise

Tensions were high between your kingdom and your neighbors. So much so, that your overprotective parents made sure there was a guard with you at all times. 

James wasn't a bad person, but he barely talked to you. As much as you tried talking to him, he rarely answered. He wasn't overprotective, but he was overall a boring person. He wasn't bad looking, though.

He was waiting outside the carriage for you as you stepped outside of the castle. He opened the carriage door and helped you inside, then climbed in and sat across from you. You leaned back, sighing and slouching. 

He was the one person who wouldn't snap at you for your posture or for your inappropriate snide remarks. 

"Don't you get bored standing around watching me and doing absolutely nothing?" You asked him.

"No."

"You do it all day, every day. Why doesn't it get boring?"

"You're not a boring person."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

You folded your arms across your chest. "I think you're confused. I don't see how I could be an interesting person."

"You're a beautiful princess, of course you're interesting."

You blinked. Did he just say that?

"Cat got your tongue, princess?" He smirked.

"Shut up." You snapped. "Why'd I have to get stuck with you, of all people? Why couldn't I have gotten someone who's not a pain in my ass?"

"That's what you think of me, huh? I'm hurt." He touched his chest, faking hurt. "I thought you enjoyed my company."

You rolled your eyes. "Where are we going? I'm never told anything."

"Do you think I know?"

"Yes."

"Well, I don't. All I know is that we have quite a while."

You slouched in your spot. "That's helpful."

James snorted. "Of course, that's me. I'm always helpful. Opening doors for you, making sure you don't trip, getting and carrying your things, you know, all of that."

"Well, thank you for that." You muttered. "I can do everything on my own."

"Oh really?" There was a smirk on his lips. "Everything?"

"Yes, everything." 

James smirked. "Self-sufficient, huh?"

"Yes." You kicked off your shoes. "Why are you so desperate to talk to me right now? You rarely ever talk to me."

"There's always people around, or you're always preoccupied. Technically, I'm not even supposed to talk to you at all. I'm just supposed to protect you."

You frowned. "What else are you not allowed to do?"

"I'm not allowed to touch you unless I'm helping you into our out of something, I'm not allowed to help you dress, I'm not allowed to feed you unless you're physically unable to eat on your own, and the list goes on and on. But the main part is no sexual contact." He shrugged.