Odette Parker: My True Self

Chapter 39: Three Little Words

A/N: Skip to the asterisk if sex scenes make you uncomfortable.

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Yes. One word. Said with so much longing and need, so desperate sounding. Like I've never wanted anything more in my life. Like I would die. If I'm honest with myself I might die if he doesn't touch me soon.

His hands are on my hips and he lifts me off the chair and wraps my legs around him. Then his mouth is on mine. I respond to him instantly. My hands wrap around his neck as his right arm travels up my spine. Our tongues dance around each other perfectly, like they were made to. He walks backwards towards the bed and sits on the edge. My legs straddle his hips. I feel the cool of his metal arm and the warmth of his flesh one as the travel to the hem of my shirt. He pulls back slightly talking into my mouth.

Bucky: "You have too many clothes on."

Dets: "I think we can fix that."

He smiles before kissing me again. He grabs the bottom of my shirt and lifts it over my head. His mouth trails down my neck kissing, biting, across my collar bone. My hands are in his hair as his hands unclasp my bra. I pull my arms back and throw it over my head. His mouth is on mine again while his right hand caresses one of my breasts.

His mouth travels down to my neck again, my hands curl into his hair. He brings his mouth to my ear, nipping lightly before speaking.

Bucky: "Tell me again, what was it that you wanted but couldn't have?"

All I can do is moan, the feeling of his mouth on me anywhere has short circuited my ability to speak. He nips again.

Bucky: "Are you done playing your game Odette?"

That catches me off guard. I pull my head back and look at him. His hands on my hips.

Dets: "What game are you talking about?"

He kisses me hard before pulling back and looking at me again.

Bucky: "The game we've been playing for months." He kisses me quickly. "The one where we know exactly what we want." He kisses the side of my mouth. "The one where we both wait to see who moves first." He kisses a trail down my neck and back to my ear. "The game where you have been tempting me to loose control for months." He nips my ear. "The game you started the day I saved you." He kisses me again, bringing his hands to my face. "The game we both lost."

My breathing is heavy. I can't process what he is saying when his mouth is on me.

Dets: "This doesn't feel like losing Soldier."

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His mouth travels back to mine and claims it. God I could die happy just from his kiss. It's like he is breathing life into me with each stroke of his tongue against mine. He grabs my hips again and flips us over. He breaks the kiss as his eyes rake over my skin, memorizing every inch.

Bucky: "You are perfect."

Then his mouth is on my breast. Teasing and taunting me. His mouth travels down my abdomen, searing his essence into my soul with each kiss or nip. My legs are shaking, my center dripping. I can't recall a time I have ever been more ready. My breathing is ragged, my mind empty except for the knowledge of what is happening right now.

His hands and mouth reach the hem of my leggings.

Bucky: "You may want to put up a silence bubble Doll, unless you want everyone to hear exactly what I am going to do to you."