UNDISCLOSED DESIRES// BUCKY BARNES x OC

the kiss

A/N: aaaand ? What did think of the last chapter? The satisfaction I felt killing Rumlow off..
Anywaaaay. Onto more fluff and a slight sprinkling of spicy..

Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting a golden glow on James' chest his tags glinting in the early morning sun.
I've been awake for a couple of minutes just basking in his beauty.
Beautiful, broken man.
I felt him stir next to me, he turned landing his metal hand on my boob.
Good morning to you too, James.

His eyes fluttered open and he smiled wickedly.
"Good morning, doll. What a way to wake up." he said, cradling my boob, the coldness of his metal hand making my nipple through the fabric of my bra stand up.
"James.." I sighed his name.
Heat started pooling in my lower belly.
Oh, just you wait, Barnes.
I moved his hand from my chest and in one fluid motion I was sitting cowgirl on his stomach. Bending down until my face was inches a way from his.
It was like he stopped breathing. His face grew serious, a look of lust darkening his steely blue eyes.

"Oh James, two can play this game." I said, pressing a kiss to his nose and got up and almost ran into the kitchen.

"Payback's a bitch, doll." he said following me into the kitchen where I was pouring the water into the tank for coffee.
He passed by me and smacked my ass.

"James Buchanan Barnes, you are evil." I screamed after him.

The whole room filled with laughter and the delicious smell of coffee.

I poured two mugs of coffee and set them down on the table.

"So, you ready for the last session, doll ?" he asked taking one last sip of his coffee.

I nodded but my confidence was low. Would I be able to finally be free ?
As if James was able to read my emotions he got up and slowly circled around my chair until he was in front of me.
He took my hand in his and got close to my ear and whispered: " You've got this, doll. You're strong, inside and out." his voice, low. His words echoed in my head like a song that was stuck in my brain.

I nodded at him and cracked a careful smile.
Let's do this, Brubaker.

James, who hasn't let go of my hand yet, pulled me up and led me to the couch and sat me down.

"Doll, this is the last time. You might experience a emotional breakdown or blinding rage. No matter what happens. I got you. Are you ready to be free ?"
he asked me to make sure I was completely clear of what was about to happen.

Once again, the little black notebook came out and I was transported to the last two times I went through this.

James stood in front of me, his face serious, brows furrowed.

Once he started reading, my mind went reeling. Images of getting the serum, my training.

Schmidt picked up a notebook, looking menacing. I was strapped to the metal table, shivering from the coldness of the metal.
"Once I am done with you, you will be the best killing machine Hydra has ever had."
He turned the pages in the book and started reading.
With each german word, my mind clouded. Pain shot through my body, it felt like getting electrocuted.
I fought against the restraints, leather leaving red marks on my stomach, arms and legs.
With the last word spoken my body slumped against the restraint, not a single ounce of energy was left in my body. Unbridled rage was cursing through my veins, my whole body, really.
I let out a scream and fought against the restraints like a maniac.
Schmidt approached me with a metal collar with some kind of electric device attached to the side.
I trashed as he put the collar on me, snapped it closed and took a step back as if he was admiring his work, proudly standing there, hands on his hips, a murderous grin on his face as he reached for his chin and started to pull up his skin, slowly revealing the real Johan Schmidt, red skin like a devil, aptly nicknamed The Red Skull.

Back in the present, violent sobs and cries left my mouth, tears running down my face as James held me tight.
I couldn't look at him, I didn't want him to see my fear, fear of not being able to ever be normal again.
My whole body was shaking, his dog tags in my hand making noise as I let out all the pent-up emotion.
I heard James whisper softly, at first not being able to tell what he was saying.

"You are free, doll." he whispered.

Hearing him say this, put a stop to my shaking, the sobbing stopped.
It was like a wave of calm overcame me.
His words engulfed me like a warm blanket on a cold, rainy day.

I was free. Finally free.

I looked up to see James, this beautiful man look down on me like I was the most precious thing he ever saw.
I smiled tentatively and my hand slowly  caressed his stubly jaw, let my hand slowly make it's way to the back his neck, making sure took my sweet time to feel his hair that curled up slightly at the nape of his neck.
"James.." I sighed.
His lips parted slightly, knowing exactly what would follow next.

Pulling him down, his lips finally met mine, igniting a raging fire inside of me.
He took control, caging me in his embrace while his lips devoured mine, his human hand snuck under my shirt, grabbing onto my waist firmly.
In one swift move and without his lips ever leaving mine he lay me down, my back against the soft cushion of his couch.

"Doll, you're making me crazy." he said as he came up for air, panting pressing his growing erection against my stomach.

I grabbed him by the belt, watching his reaction, his lips forming a perfect o.

"Good, because you gotta work for it some more, soldier." I said sweetly, my voice dripping in honey. I freed myself from him and pushed him back onto the couch until his back hit the cushions.

Game on, baby.