CRAVE - Bucky Barnes x Marvel AU

Part 16

Being back in New York with James was probably the most right decision I ever made. From the second I laid eyes on him while he ran through the rain, it felt like home.

He'd pulled me into the passenger seat of his car and we were off, speeding through New York.

I looked over at James, obviously he couldn't be happier to see me, but I could tell the past three weeks had been hard on him.

The way his eyes kept locked on the road, breaking from a trance when he looked at me, trying with all his effort not to show any signs to me.

"You ok?" I asked, stroking my thumb under one of his eye bags, which were dark and slightly purple.

"I'll be ok, doll. I'm just so sorry." I could tell he's been hard on himself, and will probably never forgive himself. He set his hand on my knee, rubbing circles with his thumb, making me breathe more cautiously.

"I forgive you, Bucky." I said gently, realising now was the time for me to comfort him.

-

We arrived at his house- sorry, mansion.

The second I walked through the door I was in awe, the place had a perfectly designed colour scheme of dark wood tones and dark blue. It was very James.

He gave me a little tour of the place, ending with his study which I found was my favourite. One wall was covered in large french style windows, the opposite was a tall bookshelf that reached the ceiling. Across from the door was his desk, opposite a grand fire place.

After he'd shown me the bedrooms, he noticed I was in awe with one nearest to James's room, with a magnificent view.

"Have it,"

"What?" I spun round, seeing him stood behind me, watching every move I made as I explored the view.

"I'll book you a hotel if not. But you're welcome to stay here..." he stepped towards me, keeping eye contact, his hands holding my waist.

"Only if you'd like me too," I said breathlessly, his hands wrapped around my waist as he buried his head into my neck, making me internally squeal.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," he said between pecking kisses along my jaw.

I wasn't really sure where to put my hands, so I just placed them on the marble wall behind me which I was being slightly pushed against.

You're so bloody awkward.

"I'll make us dinner." He said, realising my position was uncomfortable. He let me go upstairs and unpack the minimal items I brought with me.

I did what I was told and placed my single suitcase on the bed of the room nearest to James's.

So now you kinda live with this stranger you travelled halfway across the world to kiss?

I smiled to myself.

Yah, I guess I did.

// SHIFTING TO JAMES'S POV //

I cooked dinner, setting the kitchen table instead of the dining room's so it wouldn't be too formal.

I'll never forgive myself for what I did, even if she has.

Dinner was set, I went upstairs to change clothes and I could hear her taking a shower, so I didn't disturb her.

I changed into grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, I spritzed some cologne she liked to smell on me.

The house looked great, the cleaner did an impeccable job of sorting the whole damn place out while Lizzie was on the plane.

My doll.

She was so innocent and I didn't have the slightest fucking clue. How could I be so fucked up? I literally assumed because she was the most fierce, boss woman I'd ever met, and the press made clear of it, she'd have control over me. I thought I'd be having to make all the moves to get her.

There's no such thing as an excuse for what you did.

And I'll have to live with it, knowing I invaded her space. From the second she walked out that door I vowed to never forgive myself.

And I never will.

-

"I hope it's ok I took a shower," her voice was like ecstasy, the sweet little thing had too much of a soft spot on me as she came into the kitchen.

"Of course, doll," I didn't let her eyes see mine look over her outfit, just a long big tee shirt that had some vintage Back to the Future picture on, little biker shorts, and long fluffy socks that went up past her knees.

Her hair was down her back, still slightly damp, I pulled a strand behind her as she sat at the table.

"It looks great, James," she commented.

Not as great as you do sweetheart.

"Thanks, a new recipe," I said, shrugging the boring topic aside. "what do you say we watch a movie after this?"

"I'd love to!" She replied, seeing her excited made me love her and hate myself more every damn second.

I washed the plates as she chose a movie, I quickly texted one of my PA's to add every streaming channel there was to all the devices in the place discreetly, as always, she did it there and then.

Lizzie browsed through them all, occasionally calling me and describing why a movie needs a higher or lower rating.

"Guess what Breakfast at Tiffany's is?" I heard her call in, I had no idea what it was.

"Four?" I shouted a random number into her

"Seven point six!" I heard her laugh "ever watched it?"

"No..." I came in after putting the plates away to see her sat crossed legged on the sofa "I didn't know Tiffany's served breakfast." I sat down next to her, putting one of my arms over the back of the sofa as she shuffled a little closer to me.

She switched on Breakfast at Tiffany's, I found it relatively enjoyable. Not really.

My phone would light up from time to time, I'd try to shut whoever the hell it was up.

"James?" She asked me after I rubbed my eyes and put my phone down for the millionth time.

"We can go to bed if you want," she stroked her thumb under one of my dark eye circles. It drove me insane.

She had no idea the of effect she had on me, every touch, the fact her head had rested onto the right side of my chest.

"I could stay awake for a month straight, sweetheart," I said, making her smile "but you look tired," she put her arms around me neck as I scooped her up, carrying her up the stairs.

I stopped outside her door, hesitating for a moment.

Don't do anything so goddamn stupid.

I opened her door as she went and opened her window. I breathed in the scent of her room, just like her.

"Night Lizzie," I said

She looked up suddenly, a part of me wondered if she wanted me to leave. She walked over to me, sparing no time to hold the sides of my face and pull my lips into hers.

I let one of my hands knot into her hair, while the other held her sweet, soft jaw.

I breathed in, she's so delicate on the inside but stone cold on the outside. I knew as soon as she let her barrier down there was no way I could help myself, I let her kiss me for as long as she needed to.

"Night James," she said when we broke apart, a second thought flashed through my mind.

She closed the door on me, and I didn't stop her.

I locked my door to my own room and led on the bed. Thank god these walls are soundproof.