𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 || 𝐁. 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 ||

19

Two months later

"Good morning." You hear Bucky's voice say one morning, and you smile, feeling comforted by him without even having to open your eyes.

"Good morning." You say back, snuggling into his muscled chest.

These past two months, the two of you have been connecting on a more emotional scale, since you haven't been having sex at all. Mostly because he's missing an arm, but partly because you didn't want to disrespect the Wakandans by fornicating in the royal palace. It seemed wildly inappropriate.

"You're getting your new arm today." You point out, opening your eyes.

"I'm kinda used to being one armed." He jokes.

You give him a wan smile and stroke his beard. "I'm loving this."

"You do?" He asks, chuckling. "What about my hair?"

Bucky's hair has grown from shoulder length to the top of his back, and it looks extremely healthy. Something about the Wakandan sun, perhaps.

"I love the hair too. The beard is my favourite, though."

Bucky leans in to kiss you, holding your jaw in his strong hands, taking complete control of your mouth with his kisses. The hair of his beard pricks your skin slightly, but you don't really care.

You then hear a knock at the door, inturrputing yours and Bucky's moment together.

"Mr and Mrs Barnes?" A maid says, and you're a little taken aback by her mistake.

"We're not...married." Bucky corrects. "I'm the only Barnes here."

"Oh, you must forgive me." The maid chuckles to herself. "I apologise."

"It's alright." You nod at her.

"Princess Suri calls for the both of you to her lab. It appears she has the metal arm made for Mr Barnes."

"Ah, thank you." Bucky sighs. "We'll be out in a second."

The maid gives you both the cross symbol before closing the door, allowing you and Bucky to relax a little bit. When she came into the room, you had to separate from eachother a little bit to make it look like you weren't doing anything.

"Come on." You groan, getting out of bed and stretching your arms slightly. Today's your last day in Wakanda, since you didn't want to stay for too long. Suri did get a little upset about it, but it was planned that you were going to visit regularly.

Bucky gets out of bed too, laying the duvet with his good hand, and he rolls his eyes inwardly when he realises he's got to try and put his shirt on with one arm.

"Bucky, let me help." You plead as he reaches in the drawer for his T-shirt.

"No, Y/N." He says, prepping himself. "I gotta do stuff on my own."

He says that every time you try to help him take his shirt on or off. Today, you decide to ignore him and you take the shirt from his hands.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

You don't answer him and instead, you pull the shirt over his head and smooth it out on his chest.

"There." You say.

"I'll pay you back." He promises.

"You don't need to pay me back for putting your shirt on for you."

"Yes, I do." He kisses your lips briefly. "Let's go."

The two of you walk out of your bedroom and head down towards Suri's lab, where music is blasting from all to wall, and all the workers there look a little happier than usual.

"Alright, Bucky." Suri pats the 'operating table' in front of her and Bucky lays down on it.

"How long do you think it'll take?" You ask, playing the the dog tags on your neck. Even though Bucky was awake, you still hadn't taken off his dog tags.

"An hour. Maybe two if things are going slow." She shrugs, taking the bandage off of Bucky's cut skin, and putting numbing creams on it.

You take a seat next to the table and watch as Suri works her magic. She then pulls out a rectangular briefcase and takes out a sleek, black and gold metal arm. It looks even cooler than the silver one he had before.

She then attaches it to his arm and uses little microscopic tools to connect his nerves to the faux arm as well, meaning he's going to acctually be able to feel things with this arm.

After a short while, the arm is completely connected to Bucky's body now, and just when you think she's done, she attaches a small button on the shoulder. So small, you couldn't even notice it when he sat up.

"What was that you put onto the arm?" You ask.

"Oh, nothing." She shrugs. "Just some small decorations."

You can tell she's lying, but you choose not to press on it further. The only important thing right now is making sure Bucky's alright.

"Is it okay?" You ask as Bucky moves his arm around a little bit.

"A little weird." He flexes his metal fingers around, touching each of them with his thumb.

"Do you like it?" Suri asks.

"It'll take some getting used to, but yeah I like it."

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That evening, you and Bucky are packing all of your stuff away in the bags that you took from America, getting ready for your flight in the morning.

"I'm gonna miss this place." Bucky sighs, flopping down on the bed when he's done with his stuff.

"We'll be back soon." You zip your suitcase back up and stare at him.

He looks extremely hot with that new arm and it suits him a lot better. Bucky catches you staring at him, and a smirk appears on his face.

"Come here." He pats his lap, and you waste no time in complying.

You sit on his lap quickly, facing him. Bucky rests his hands on your ass as you rest your hands on his shoulders.

"You know, we've never had 'boyfriend and girlfriend' sex before." Bucky points out.

"We can't, not here." You chuckle.

Bucky shrugs. "Why not? It's our last day here, nobody's going to check us."

He starts kissing your neck, just before you could object. The only way you respond to his affection is breathing out little soft hums of pleasure.

"Let's get these off." Bucky says, putting your hands up so he can take your shirt off, leaving you in your bra. He doesn't leave that on you for too long, either.

Bucky wastes no time in getting your bottoms off of you as well, and the only thing you've got on is your underwear.

He then takes you off of his lap and lays you down on the bed, settling in between your legs. You haven't done this in a while, so your legs close by reflex until they're harshly opened by Bucky again.

"You sure you want me to do this?" Bucky asks before he starts.

"I'm sure." You nod, and he dives in.

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I know, you hate me for leaving it at that :p

I just wanted to dedicate an entire chapter for the smut I'm going to write for you guys😃