Lovers in Arms | Bucky Barnes

Part 25

The next morning Karol wakes up with a headache. Thor's liquor fell hard, but it was totally worth it. This must be the same stuff Bucky drank when he was so drunk.

Thinking about him she vividly remembered Bucky being so close to her that you could cut the tension between them with a knife. His body heat was radiating from him and it made her needy for his touch. His strong grip he had around her upper arm and his overpowering height. She really wanted to give up and run her fingers through his new soft, fluffy hair and pull on it while he fucked her hard.

With that moment on her mind she couldn't contain herself anymore and had to pleasure herself until she reached her climax while she moaned his name. It didn't feel the same without him... even after that she couldn't get him of her mind so she went in for a second round before heading into the shower to wash the remaining memories from Bucky and Cuba from her body. She's stuck here if she likes it or not.

After the hot shower she discards the closet full with clothes and grabs some fresh clothes from her bag. And because it's warm outside she pulls on her shorts and an off-the-shoulder t-shirt, then struts over the hallway to the kitchen. It's packed with people. Steve, Natasha, Sam, Bruce, Peter, Clint, Thor and Bucky – just sitting there looking hot as fuck - are sitting at the huge table. Karol just walks to the fridge and grabs a bottle of beer, flipping the cap off with the nail on her thumb, putting it to her lips and walks straight out of the kitchen back to her room.

Bucky rolls his eyes and continues eating his breakfast. There she goes again, he thinks, being irresponsible and self-destructive. He hates it when she does that. And another revealing outfit. He just knows she's doing this to tease him. But why? He thought she needed some space? He decides to just ignore her and give her the space she wants.

Natasha is worried about her and jumps up from her seat and follows Karol back to her room. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, sure." She crashes down on the couch and swings her legs up in the air over the armrest.

"Come on. I can tell something is wrong."

"Ugh, for fuck sake, why did you bring me here Nat?"

"To help us out with Bucky."

"Don't lie to me."

Natasha flops down next to her on the couch. She takes the bottle from her hand and sets it down onto the table. "This is not a healthy breakfast."

"Hey, that's my liquid breakfast." She jokes.

"You are miserable. Bucky is miserable. I don't know who's idea it was to take a break but it's not working for both of you."

"What do you mean? I'm fine."

Natasha tilts her head and narrows her eyes. "Is that why you're having a liquid breakfast..? Because you feel fine?"

Karol sighs. "Okay... I miss him. But it was his idea to go on a break..! So I'm not making the first move. I just need to break him..." She grins because she knows just how she can break him, she just needs a little time.

"Why make it so hard on yourself? Just tell him how you feel already."

"Nah, first I'm going to have some fun."

But she's lying to herself. Her body is aching for him. She wants to be touched so bad by him and only him. She can't stand someone's else's hands on her skin. His soft, skillful hands roaming her body. Thinking about it makes her shiver and she bites her lip to keep quiet in front of Natasha.

Meanwhile after Bucky finished his breakfast he grabs Steve for a conversation. "Why is she here?" He asks Steve agitated.

Steve can't tell him he and Natasha grabbed her from Cuba against her own will to get them back together.