Poisonous

Fifty Shades of Grey type vibe, except its nothing like that and its sad as hell

This is the chapter y'all have been waiting for. Hold your applause, I know this is the sexiest thing ever but hold your applause. Yes I wrote three chapters in one night. I am THAT bitch. God wishes he could write Marvel fanfic like me. (He cannot)  If this chapter is published at 5:00 in the morning I want someone to send me a box of Turkish delights because I deserve them damn it. Also I just realized some of my readers aren't from America. I was raised in like RURAL North Carolina so I have a very important question. Is the word Y'all a universal thing? Please I need to know.

The man laying on the bed in front of her was not the man she had met earlier that weak. He looked weak and pale. The color was drained from his face and she imagined he would turn to dust if she so much as touched him. But he was alive and that was enough.

"Darling, is that you?" Zemo murmured.

The sound of his voices stirred emotions in her that she didn't know she could feel. Y/N felt the greatest sense of relief wash over her when she realized he really was going to be okay.

She rushed over to him, stopping once she got to the hospital bed. She didn't want to agitate his wound but once she was standing so close to him she couldn't help herself.

In a quick motion she leaned over him. Their lips met in a messy exchange, teeth and tongues clashed. Both of them desperately grasped to grip each other closer. Eventually this led to Y/N falling into the bed. She adjusted to straddle Zemo's waist, making sure not to touch the bullet hole in his abdomen.

After almost a minute of the passionate exchange they both had to take a breath. She curled into the side opposite of his wound. Zemo's hand traced her jaw as she gazed up at him lovingly. He quickly noticed she was covered in blood and she looked incredibly tired. Still in a delirious state from the pain medication he was taking, he blurted out a comment. "Are you alright, dear? You look awful."

She laughed at his blunt statement. He wasn't wrong. Her clothes were stained with blood and her hair was messy. She looked down at her bloodied knuckles before she spoke. "You don't look so good yourself, pretty boy," she teased, pressing a couple quick kisses to his jaw.

He had noticed her glance and he followed her eyes down to see her hands. His expression turned into a worried frown. "Let's get you cleaned up, how does that sound?" he offered, gently taking her hand in his and brushing his lips against her knuckles.

"Look at you, always the considerate one. Shouldn't I be taking care of you?" Y/N joked.

Bucky coughed from his position on the other side of the room, alerting both of them he was still there. Y/N was a little guilty to admit she had definitely forgotten he was there. "I'm gonna go now," he mumbled, awkwardly shuffling out of the room.

"Well now that he's gone..." Zemo trailed off, allowing her to imagine the rest of what he might have said. But she didn't need to think much because his hand had started to trail up her body. He gripped her waist and pulled her to rest fully on his chest.

"Nope, hands off. You're on bed rest, mister," Y/N replied, leaving a quick kiss on his lips before she wiggled out of his arms and got off of the bed.

"If you insist. But we do both need a shower," he pointed out, a sly grin forming on his face.

She sighed and let out a slight giggle. It was very charming that even in his weak state he was still attempting to flirt with her. Although attempting is not quite the right word because he was doing a very good job.

"Fine," she grumbled, carefully helping him out of bed and to the bathroom. He leaned most of his weight against her as they walked, using his position to his advantage he pressed sloppy kisses to her neck and jaw. "Zemo, stop it," she groaned, grabbing his face with one of her hands to keep him still.

"What's the matter, dear?" Do you not enjoy my affection," he teased, knowing fully well he was driving her crazy.

"You're hurt. We can't do this right now," she explained. He nodded and she gently took his shirt off. He shivered at the cold and tugged her into his chest for warmth. "I said we can't. So stop tempting me," she growled, removing herself from his grip.

They both undressed, Y/N doing most of the work. The bathroom was large and luxurious. There was a bench in the shower. This would make it a lot easier for them, since Zemo could barely stand.

Once they were both fully undressed, Y/N helped Zemo get into the shower and sit down. There was a nice array of shampoos and conditioners in a nook next to the seat. While she looked through them she was aware there were eyes on her.

"Stop staring at me," she playfully snapped.

From his position on the bench Zemo was able to reach over and take hold of her waist, pulling her back to him. "Can't a man enjoy the beautiful things in life?" he asked, the unkept stubble on his chin tickling her neck as he whispered in her ear.

"I'm not going to fuck you," Y/N stated, grabbing the shampoo and conditioner and finding a place on the bench where she could comfortable lean against the wall.

He got the message and crawled into her lap, allowing her easy access to his hair. The water cascaded down on them gently. It was probably the most intimate moment they had shared. Y/N worked the shampoo through his hair while he laid against her, occasionally letting out gentle sighs.

"When I thought you were dead. I didn't know what to do," Y/N murmured. "I-I... It got pretty bad that's all I'll say."

He nodded, understanding what she meant. "That blood on your shirt. It wasn't yours, was it?" he asked calmly. She analyzed his voice for any disapproval but she was met with nothing short of respect.

"Not all of it. I killed the man who shot you and then I took out the soldiers as you requested." Her expression became blank as she gave the mission report. It was an old habit from Hydra.

"Good girl," he murmured, nuzzling into her chest.

"If you're going to sleep there's a perfectly good bed right outside, just let me finish with the conditioner," she commanded.

Zemo sat up to let her comb the conditioner through his hair "Right. Don't forget to take care of yourself, dear," he said, reminding her to wash her hair as well.

She finished with his hair and then washed her own, making sure to check that he hadn't fallen asleep every couple of minutes. He sat peacefully beside her as she washed the blood from her hair and the rest of her body.

Then she helped him up from the bench and helped him dry off. He changed into a bathrobe and she brought him into the bedroom to sleep. He laid on the beg, looking at her expectantly as she stood next to him. "Care to join me?" he offered.

She carefully sat on the bed, cupping his face with her hand as she spoke. "I'm still a bit jumpy at the moment. I don't think I'll be able to sleep."

Zemo smiled softly at her. Turning his head slightly he kissed the palm of her hand. "At least lie with me for a while?" he pleaded. They both knew she wouldn't be able to resist the closeness after what they had been through that day.

She nodded and crawled into bed, wrapping her arms around him and pulling his back into her chest. The comfort of his presence made her sob slightly, out of pure relief.

"It's alright, dear," Zemo murmured.

"I love you," she replied, kissing up the back of his neck.

"I love you as well, my darling. Please don't cry." His voice was soft and comforting. Although she didn't think sleeping was an option tonight, she was starting to feel incredibly comfortable.