Bucky Barnes: The love of my life

"So, how was it?"

You lay in his arms trembling. He gently lays you on the bed and goes to the bathroom. He comes back cleaning you up and puts his T-shirt on you. He puts on a pair of boxers then holds you close.

"You did so good babygirl." He says as he kisses your forehead.

"That felt really good...how come you've never done that before?" you smile into his chest then look up at him curiously biting your lip.

"I was scared to even do it just now." He laughs. "I didn't know how you'd feel. And you had to use the safe word." You look at him sympathetically.

"James, I loved it. I used the safe word because it felt so good I couldn't handle it. I was falling apart." You laugh and give him a peck.

"I'm glad you loved it." You hold each other, there are a few moments of silence. "You have to get ready for your lunch with Steve."

"Noooo." You whine. "My legs are still shaking...can I post pone? I promise it has nothing to do with Steve."

"No. He'll think you don't want to go and he'll be upset. I need both of you to make an effort."

"I am! But I can't walk baby please?" Tears sting your eyes as your legs continue to shake. "Fine."

Your tone is shaky and almost sad. You want to make him happy but you really don't have the mental capacity or the legs strength to walk to the kitchen for lunch with Steve after Bucky nearly destroyed you.

"Now I feel bad y/n..." he's quite. Almost whispering.

"No, it's okay. It would be wrong to bail now. Help me get dressed?" You reassure him trying not to make him feel bad. After all you did beg for it.

"Of course, your clothes or mine?" He automatically realizes what the answer is and slightly retreats his statement. "How about my shirt and your pants?."

He pulls out a pair of your jeans, cute but subtle. Perfect for a lunch with your boyfriends best friend. Medium blue, ripped at the knees, high waisted.

He gets one of his white dress shirts that's a bit tight on him but perfect in you. He grabs a pair of your black lace panties and a matching bra. He slips the underwear on you and then helps with the bra. His touch sensual and sweet. He helps you up, you're still wobbling and grasp onto his shoulders.

He bends down and lifts your leg up and slips it in one of the pants legs, then the other. He sits you back in the bed slipping your arms into his dress shirt. He buttons it slowly but surly.

You smile once you're fully dressed. "Thank you." You kiss his cheek and he pulls you into his arms.

"Thank you for still going. You should get going now." He kisses you lightly and helps you stand up. You slip on sandals and leave the room still struggling to walk.

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You wobble into the kitchen and slump into the chair. Steve's at the counter finishing putting together plates. All there is on the table are glasses of water. He sees you slump into the chair and he laughs.

"Bucky?"  He laughed at himself and you let out a slight laugh. You know he's asking if that's the reason why it looked like you we're walking with dislocated hips.

"Yea..." you admire as he sets a plate with a ham sandwich in-front of you. "I knew this was Bucky's idea, but I'm glad we're finally getting to talk."

"Me too. And I'm glad he suggested it. I wanted to make sure you knew that the only reason I've been so hard on you is for Bucky. He's been through so much, all of which he told with you, some which you experienced first hand."

You start to tear up recalling the night Bucky had told you everything. He was vulnerable, brave, trusting and he was in tears.

"I wanted to make sure you had his best interest at heart and I've realized that you'd put yourself above him. You're selfless and you really do love him. That's all I could ask for. I'm glad you're his girlfriend. I couldn't ask for anyone better for him."

You choke back tears and look away. You collect yourself for a second then look back at him.

"He's everything to me. He's my life Steve. And I know you were just trying to protect him. I hated you because after a while I thought it was personal. I don't want you to doubt the love that I have for Bucky. I know that I'm going to spend the rest of my life with him."

His eyes widen. "He feels the same way. He always tells he how in love with you he is..." there's a pause. Neither of you know what to say completely. "I know it probably hurts for you to sit because the way you walked down here so I'll let you go back upstairs and sleep..." he laughs and you look embraced but can't help but chuckle. "...we can resume this later. And I really hope we can be friends now."

"Yea we can. And since we're friends I'm taking this sandwich with me and I really need you to care you upstairs. I have no strength. I swear this pain is getting worse." You both laugh and he picks you up and carries you upstairs.

He sets you down outside the door and says goodbye. You walk into the room stripping with each step.

Bucky throws a T-shirt at you as you're climbing into bed and you throw it on. You kiss his cheek as you snuggle up to him and he does the same.

"So, how was it?"