Agent XX

Part Four

Tonya's POV:

I woke up in the morning tangled together with Nat and Wanda, the early morning light was just beginning to filter through the large windows. I peeled myself away from their peaceful bodies, the cool air felt sharp against my skin as I left the warm bundle I was cuddled in. I quietly slipped on my clothes, tiptoeing out of the room, careful not to wake them up. I walked down the empty hallways, navigating my way through the maze to my room, the curtains prevented any light from cascading into the room except for a small sliver.

I stepped into the bathroom, rinsing off all the reminders from last night in the hot flow of the shower. I took my time in the steamy bathroom, letting myself relax under the stream of water as the vivid images from the night before came flashing back. How Wanda tasted, how Nat's fingers curled into the perfect spot each time, how much pleasure was coursing through my body. I wrapped a towel around myself as I stepped back out to my dark bedroom, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I felt someone's eyes land on me. A familiar stare dug into me, I searched the room for the piercing blue eyes the gaze belonged to. A figure snapped the curtains open, my eyes adjusted to find Bucky standing in front of the bright windows.

"Ever heard of privacy?" His eyes travelled slowly down my body as I clutched the towel tight to my body. He didn't speak as I moved closer, a dangerous tension built in the room as I stepped up to the seating area I had made. His dark figure was hidden behind the bright beams that shined into the room, his only visible feature was his eyes as they pierced into me.

"Did you forget how to speak?" I teased him as I pulled the towel tight to hug my curves, his tongue darted over his lip as his eyes scanned over me.

"Did you have fun last night?" Bucky took a step forward, only inches of space between us now.

"Oh baby, you have no idea." I rolled my eyes to the back of my head as I bit my lip.

"Just you wait until I get my hands on you." His hands hovered just above my body, travelling up and down my body just centimeters away.

"Bold of you to assume you'll ever touch me, let alone please me." I scoffed, his metal hand wrapped around my throat, using only enough pressure to keep my eyes locked with his.

"Who said anything about pleasing you?" Bucky's raspy voice came off harsh, "You teased me last night and soon enough you'll finish what you started. And for being such a brat about it, I'm going to bring you to the brink of an orgasm so many times that you'll be begging me for a release." Dominance washed over his features as his grip lightly tightened around my neck before releasing me entirely. My mouth sat open as he began to walk towards the door, anger flooded my body as I tried to fight off the urge to show him who was really in charge.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" I sharply turned around as Bucky froze in his tracks. I walked over to the bed, crawling onto the foot of the soft mattress. I dropped the towel, spreading my legs as I propped my feet on the edge of the bed, my whole body on display in front of him. I slowly ran one of my hands down my body, following the curves of my hips before landing on my thigh. Bucky bit the inside of his cheek as he began to walk closer, he stood inches before my naked figure, beginning to reach his hand out to touch me. I grabbed his wrist as he was inches away from touching the pale skin of waist.

"Did I say you can touch?" I spat out at him, I could see the frustration surge through his body as the tension against his pants grew tighter, "Get the fuck out." He grumbled to himself before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I rose from my spot on the bed and padded over to the closet, somehow the clothes from my bag were already hung up. I grabbed a pair of black leggings and a tight, plum shirt. I pulled my long, sleek, brown hair into a tight ponytail before heading out to the kitchen.